"It's called an elk, it's bigger then a deer and lives in much colder places as it has a thicker coat. You see, how it had more fur?" He said, before digging his teeth into it's skin and started to rip the skin off of it so they could cook it. But he couldn't help but take a bit of the elk and swallow it, wondering if he would be able to hold it down. It went down smoothly, but he wasn't sure if it would back up soon or not. "Well, now that it's skinned, we can cook it." He side, putting it up on the food rack thing. "Oh to bad there isn't salmon around here, I remember that before this I loved that fish with honey." He said, turning back to him self. There was blood all over his mouth.