Aldana Candi watched as he walked over and used a black folding knife to expertly dissect the rabbit he had killed. With his long, fair fingers, resembling works of art, he deftly removed its innards and then peeled away the grayish fur from the rabbit's body. The entire process took less than ten minutes.
When he finished, there wasn't a single trace of blood on his white shirt. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing strong, slender wrists. The man holding a dead rabbit seemed to carry no trace of earthly grime but maintained an air of aristocratic pride and dignity.
Philip Shaw gathered a rack, skewered the rabbit onto it, and took some charcoal from his horse saddle to grill the rabbit meat.
He turned his head toward Aldana Candi and asked, "How's it going?"
"Hmm?" What do you mean?
"Do you think I'm impressive?"
"I thought you'd collect some branches for the grill."
"That would be too much trouble."
"Then why the hunting? Why not just bring one from home?"
