"Very carefully, then..." Chase spoke to the open air, its soft breeze beckoning a calm response, "...the skin from the sides." A sharp dirk seperated the hide from the animal, fleshy fat tissue tearing lightly while revealing red flesh. "A meal and a coat..." and with that, the man gave thanks to the nature that supplied him with life. Life everlasting, that was. Chase had been an old friend with nature itself, as well as time, as well as space. It was all so relative to him - literally. Second cousin Time. Aunt Nature. It was so atypical.
The dirk sliced the rear of the dear into fat portions. Chase was careful to keep the meat away from the dirt. He didn't have enough time to travel back to his abode if he wanted the meat at its peak freshness, as he had ventured dozens of miles to this point. He'd seal it in the fur for now, and hope that he'd find kindness in nature for a patch of snow to freeze the food in. A lowly coyote, fox, or some hound trotted past Chase, his tail brushing with the man's back. The canine did not revere the man as a man, rather as some sort of scenery or some part of the habitat. He had not peverted himself unnatural like the rest of humanity. He shared a literal husbandry with the animals, beyond human husbandry of breeding. They were his equal, always living, and always dying.
The angles of the inn's walls shown through easily through the forest, their preciseness blatantly distorting nature's true intent of flux. "Ah God, human physics. Awful, awful." Chase spit near a close tree, physically letting go of some of his mental frustration with the human race.
"Aye, then." And the deer meat was carefully laced inside its own skin once again, now a pouch to create a meal in the far future. An ancient freezer bag, if you will.
Stepping out into the open, his brown eyes glanced over the atrocity of architecture.
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