*Marcus dropped the wolf he had been carrying and sat on the rock that the knife had vacated. He pulled out his own long knife and inspected the edge.* "<em>It'll do.</em>" *He picked the wolf back up and walked to the mouth of the cave, taking a different route out than Swift. He dissapeared into the brush and continued to walk a good distance from the camp. Hopefully the blood and guts from cleaning the wolf would attract more animals out this way. He cut into the tendons of the wolf's hind legs and ran a branch through the holes so it would hang head down. Slitting the throat so the blood would drain, he cut quickly down the gut and let the insides spill out, making sure to dodge the resulting splat as they hit the dirt. The rest was easy. He cut out the connecting bits, so all that was left was meat. With this he set back towards the cave. Stepping again through the bushes, he held up the wolf carcass towards Luna.* "<em>I can handle the worst part if you wish. All you have to do is cut the meat off.</em>" *This was probably the most he had said thus far. He held the wolf patiently, the knife still dripping blood in his hand.*