The deer yelped but instantly collapsed under the attack. Though the stab wound wasn't clean at all, it was deep enough to kill the deer in one shot.
With the huge buck dead, Kriff stored it in his ring and began the walk back to camp.
When Bil saw Kriff coming back with a pensive look on his face, Bil asked, "What are you thinking? Roasted potatoes or stew?"
Kriff wasn't sure how to answer.
"... Show me your trophy. I want to see the killing blow," Bil asked. Kriff quickly obliged and showed the buck carcass. Bil only needed a second before he laughed, "That's what I thought. Roasted potatoes it is."
Bil hopped off his hammock and retrieved his own wooden knife.
But Kriff was still confused. "Why potatoes? I think stew sounds great right now."
"It does. But is your knife work good enough to dice vegetables?"
