Oh, I'm sure more will be coming. They're likely to smell a fresh kill and see if they can have a meal. [beasts will be beasts, after all. who cares where a meal is coming from, when it's a meal?]

I'll try to be quick, so we don't need to be here when they come.

[and already, he's kneeling in the sludge beside the badaliscus, propping his shield beside him to have something to prop himself up. it wouldn't be pleasant to struggle with skinning the thing and then just fall over face-first into its guts. especially when he's already struggling to cleanly separate the hide from the meat and muscle, and deal with the stink at the same time.

he knows how to skin a body, with the movements he makes with his dagger. but the badaliscus is very different from a person.]