Brianna
She was on her feet the moment the door opened, trotting over to him in the kitchen and swiftly taking the rabbits from his hands. "Let me handle that. It'd kinda what I do for a living," she said, giving Zaeren a toothy, wry smile as she rubbed her body against his. "Go sit by the fire and warm up. The rain smells cold."
Brianna used her hip to nudge the man towards the fireplace, busying her hands with the two rabbits he'd brought back. Their necks had been snapped, and their pelts were in excellent condition. She could make fine pelts out of them, and they'd sell well at the market. Plus their meat would go well with the stew... "Zae, be a dear and give the soup a taste, yeah? Could you see if the potatoes are done, too? There's salt and pepper in my bag if it needs more!"
She grabbed some twine, some of her tanning salts, and took both rabbits outside, where she strung them up by their back legs and hung them upside-down. At least under the overhang of the roof, it was dry, but the air was chilly. It had to be done outside, though. Since the rabbits were still whole, they had to be cleaned and gutted. With a swift cut of the knife, she slit their throats, and allowed the blood to drain. When the blood stopped flowing, Brianna moved to the next task, and removed the head and front paws, hurling them far into the woods for scavengers.
Starting with the back legs, she cut around the ankles with her knife, and pulled the skin from flesh. Rabbits were easy creatures to skin. Before long, she had a fine pair of pelts on her hands. She hung these on a nearby rack, where she cleaned the inner part of the hide and salted them generously. Rinsing her hands in the rain, she resume butchering the rabbits.
She removed the front legs and rib meat, first, cleaning them from the bone and getting them into small chunks. Next came removing the organs. Her hands were quick and nimble, and soon she found herself with two hearts, two livers, and discarding the entrails into the woods. All that remained were the muscular back legs, which she removed the flesh from easily, slicing them into chunks of meat in the same size as before.
Left with little more than bones and stubborn meat, the feline throw those into the woods as well. Some scavenger would feast well tonight, it seemed.
Opening the door and carrying her things back inside, the woman sniffed at the air. "Oh, bread's ready to be turned." She went and joined Zaeren by the fireplace, where she turned the bread 'round with clean hands. With that done, she added the light pink cubes of meat into the pot. "It won't be much longer now, I think. Rabbit cooks quick, but in the mean time, I'll cook up the livers," said the kelahati, placing the livers on the edge of a hot stone with a sizzle.
"Now, this might sound weird, but...do you wanna eat a heart with me? It's kind of a tradition." Her cheeks turned pink as she offered up a raw heart to the man, her eyes hungrily darting to the other heart in her hand.
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