Krow tried not to look guilty. "Are you the owner of this field? Sorry about the mess."
The bearded draculkar shook his head, sighed. "Don't apologize. To survive a Silverstripe, I'd have done more than just destroy a few fields."
But for a village, a single field was likely the support of a whole family.
Krow coughed. "Since I hunted on your land, it's good to pay a fee for the damage. Will the skin be enough? I don't think the meat is quite…fresh."
The draculkar nodded, grimacing at the corpse. "I wondered why a Silverstripe would come out of its caves. Something wounded it, and the festering drove it mad."
He quirked a smile at Krow. "Are you sure you want to give it away, though? Silverstripe Snakeskin, a big one like this, it's worth at least fifteen serpens to the right buyer."
"I already have snakeskins." Krow waved at the Tasseline Verdant Serpent carcasses in the nearby fields.
