"Tsk." Ewan's reflexes were lightning fast, and he applied a light pressure to the final knot, making Asher Ryder hiss through his teeth: "If you kick the bucket, who is going to lug all this loot back for me? I certainly do not have the spare energy to drag this massive beast over the ridge."
Asher Ryder broke into a laugh, his deep, warm voice completely dispelling the last of the chilly gloom within the ravine.
With the injuries addressed, their attention immediately shifted to the mountain of meat sprawled on the grass. Ewan circled the carcass, his gaze scanning it like a biological sensor.
"This hide is incredibly thick. If we skin it and tan it properly to sell to the leather merchants at The Moon's Fork or to Basil Vance, it will definitely fetch a premium. These fangs are worth a fortune, and this lean meat, this fat... if we render the lard for cooking, it could last us half a year! One of these is worth ten of our usual trading trips!"
