Draygo watched Eto. She was an unusual girl, someone that perhaps if he had not hunted the fawn perhaps he might have had the attention to hunt her. But she seemed so fascinated by what he did. The idea of having someone to do it with was not a bad idea either. Too many possibilities were laid before him. The fox-colored brute scrutinized her with his pale green eyes. Did she intend to steal his kill?

No, he finally decided. She thought he was funny. That was an odd way to consider him. But then again, Eto did seem to be a bit odd herself. Draygo suddenly tilted his head curiously. Others? So he was not the first she'd seen do such a thing. This piqued his interest more than an inkling. "Your papa sounds like someone I'd get along with. It definitely is a special way, not everyone does it or even has the stomach to do it," he said. His tone was more amused now. No wonder she had an interest, he thought. A grin creeping upon his maw.

Draygo adjusted his position when she asked to try as well. The fawn was dead, so it wasn't going anywhere. The brute shifted to his left, leaving a paw on the kill, a clear reminder of his possession of it, but giving plenty of space for Eto to try her paw at skinning if that is what she desired. "If you get the flesh just right at the eyes and a bit of pressure, sometimes you can even make them pop right out of the skull," he said with glee. He'd never had anyone to enjoy this with, so it was certainly a unique experience today. Maybe he wouldn't hunt the girl in the future if she liked what he liked.