He could hear shuffling as he turned the camps corner, and low and behold, there was the woman, dressed, and her face was as red as an apple. He continued to camp, and just stood there a moment, staring at her, his piercing blue eyes bore no emotion as he did.  looking at her with a stoic face as he spoke.<br/><br/>"I'm a traveler." He said simply, and moved the Buck to in front of him, " That found a fire nearly dead, and rebuilt it, and decided to go hunting to cook over my fire. if you have a problem with that, you're welcome to leave. because there was no one here when i found the fire, and i'm pretty sure you can't make me leave." He said as he sat down, and began to use his sword to skin the meat slowly, deliberately making sure to get all the fat off the muscle as he looked up at her, "Or if you'd prefer, there's obviously too much for one person, and i'm sure you feel that despite you not being here, this was your place before i found it. I really don't care. But you shouldn't leave a fire going when you leave somewhere." He said as he continued to skin the buck, slow and precise.<br/><br/>He got into his work, and started flipping it out of the skin, getting it to where he could pull the skin and fat with his hands, before he he finished it, and it lay in the loose skin, he looked at the fire, and pulled out his swords and reaching for a rather large branch, he cut it into three pieces, and started wedging his sword between one, creating a 'V' in the end, before turning it, and starting to carve a point out of it, like a stake. After that, he repeated on a second, When he got this done, he started using his sword to whittle the bark off the center piece, making it smooth as could be. He never looked up or spoke again as he worked, just fell into his work, before using his sword to cut the meat off the bone of the beast, and slowly wriggle it on the smoothed wood, dead in the center of the strips of meet he had cut. A foot long, by three inches wide, by two inches thick. He shoved them down on the spike one at a time. He managed to get Twelve strips on it, which just left the leg meat, which was still on the bone. he stuck the stakes in the ground on either side of the fire, and hung his center piece over it, lifting the skin, and slowly pouring the fat over each and every piece.<br/><br/>From here he sat next to the flame, and turned the center piece of wood from time to time. He was trying to make sure the meat didn't fall in. He then took his quiver, and shoved an arrow into each of the slices of meat, to further hold them onto the wood as he began spinning it, to grab the the other side. For her watching him do what he did, it smelled delicious, even with the blood dropping into the fire.<br/><br/>After what seemed like eternity, he pulled the long branch of wood off, and held it up. "Well, which is it, should you stay, or are you leaving? because i'm eating. either way, you're welcome to some. " He said without a piece of inflection on which side he wanted. He took a leg, and propped it up next to the the sticks on the outside of the fire, before stabbing it with the one he made to lay over the flame, and put it over the fire to cook while he was eating. he scraped the twelve pieces off with his sword, and they landed on the skin that had been melted of its fat. almost like a tray of food. He picked up a piece, and began to eat it slowly. "well, you were so antsy earlier to open your mouth, deer got your tongue?" He spoke between bites, and continued to eat.<br/><br/>He ate three more pieces before spinning the wood and collecting the other side of the leg with heat. It was obvious that he had done this before.<br/><br/>He continued to eat, two pieces leaving her six before he focused his attention on the leg that he had skewered on the post. he wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but he was hungry enough not to care. He continued to cook the leg, before setting it down when it finished, and picking up the second of four, and doing the same to it. Blood dripping from it as he skewered it on and began to do the same thing he did with the first leg. slowly but surely he cooked it too. setting it down on the skin, and he could have sworn one of the strips were missing as he grabbed the third and fourth leg, and spiked them together, cooking them together as he he was ready for more.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="376" data-username="@EchoOfADream" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/376/">@EchoOfADream</a>