After hanging the body from his wooden arch and triple-checking it was secure enough not to fall by way of multiple vines holding its ankles, Aoni went ahead and widened the slash mark on its throat with his knife before stepping back and watching a faint stream of golden blood dribble into the basin.
Waiting for a couple of minutes and keeping track of the flow, the lad turned around and gathered up the other three carcasses and piled them up near the wooden arch while making sure they were on their backs so that the throat cuts didn't waste any more fluid.
'I still don't know what these things are,' wearing a frown and running his finger over the deer-like horns adorning one of the bodies, Aoni thought back to the many lessons and tests he took on the Encyclopedia Of Genovia beasts only to come up empty handed.
