Imenry shifted closer to the stag, using an empty flask to catch the animal's blood. It would be used along with the innards and scraps of meat to make sausages. At home nothing had ever been wasted, and when Imenry killed for her own meals she still kept to this way of doing things. Capping the flask she knelt beside Hilda with a nod, drawing free her hunting knife once again.
"Thank you, though my aim could have been better. The crossbow is loud enough to alert the animals so I have learned to try and be a better shot. It's too bad the Claymore would leave the beasts inedible, I'm much better with the blade." She chuckled and with Hilda's help began the task of skinning and gutting the animal. So soon after death it's body was warm and Imenry carefully butchered the meat into pieces that could be easily carried back to camp. The skin itself could be treated and made into clothing or traded in town.
"We should dry and salt some of it for jerky rations too. The toughest meat for the stew..." She indicated the parts of the stag that were leaner, the most used muscles of the beast. Even the head could be roasted, picked bare of meat. "What about the rack?" She indicated the antlers. These horns could be used to make tools, or carved by someone with the skill. Normally they would be something that Imenry would trade in town. She nodded to Hilda's comment about hunting again, knowing that there would not be a lack of prey on the road that led to Redcliffe. It hadn't been very long since she'd been in that direction.
"How are your cooking skills? Mine are passable but I find even that is more than most of our companions. Except for the old man, Quintus."