Ignis pulled the last of the internal organs out of the creature and shook his hands, flicking juices and blood to the floor. "It's certainly a distinctive odour," he quietly agreed.

He turned his attention to Even. "That should do. It'll be easier to transport in one piece. We can butcher it for use back at camp, if you'd be up for freezing what we don't immediately need?" They should get a few good days out of it that way. Perhaps some prime garula steak roasted over an open flame was on the menu tonight.