"Bearworthy, fuck me stupid," Much said, impressed, looking at the knife and then looking at Art. "How many stories you hiding behind that beard? "
He could hear the others muttering behind him, and though he couldn't hear their words he figured they were nutting out the best way to approach this. That was fine, Much was happy to let them and follow their lead (at least, till some other thought occurred to him) while he and Art worked on skinning, butchering, and then eating a fucking moose.