Noah took a few steps back from the beast before shifting, looking to Sah. "Excellent strike." He reached out for the abandoned's hand, to shake it in congratulations. Noah did not smile, though. Eira chirped and landed near the wolf pup, golden eyes looking to Noah. The hunter reached for the knife on his belt, unsheathed it, and handed it to Sah. "Frey said I need its claws, but we should skin it. We can have its hide turned to leather, and I reckon we can both have a share in it. I don't think we should harvest any of the meat, not after Eira poisoned it."
Reaching back Noah grabbed another knife and set to work, carefully removing each claw and placing it in his satchel. Frey had not been specific as to how many claws he needed, so he would take each one and place it before the god. Eira waited, chirping impatiently. While her poisons might have corrupted the meat for the hunters, she was still able to fill her belly.
