The meat came off easily, his hands working deftly as they remembered what his brain could not have been able to explain. It had been a long time since he'd done it, at a time when it no longer seemed necessary when he could afford to have someone else do the butchering for him. But the habits of old, skills learned, were not easily discarded. Soon the bore was gutted and cleaned through, save perhaps the head, but he wasn't sure if he had the tools to take the tusks off.
He looked at his bloodied hands, taking a seat by the fire and taking a rag he had from his boot, cleaning his knives and his hands. "I...I did, not too long ago. That was where there was the most work to be had. I was good at what I did, and it was easier to sell to market with the market so close by, you know what I mean? But you...I mean, you don't look like much of a country girl. These woods, especially these back ones, can be a hard place to live. How did you find yourself out here?"