[ There's a second where Claude opens his mouth to respond about strength, how maybe it'd be for the best to team up on that, but then it's too late as Thancred's made his move. Another second goes by in which he can't help but stare in amazement. Not because of the blood - gods know he's been covered in enough varieties of it himself to no longer care - but how easy the other had made that look. He's confident in his own strength, certainly, but there's strength and then there's that level of ease.

Now it's Claude's turn to assess the other animal, because: is he foolish enough to attempt this on his own? Yes. Yes, he is.

Bow secured at his side as best it can be to prevent any damage to a weapon that's not his own, Claude leans down, grabs some paws, and imitates how Thancred had tossed the body over his shoulder like it was nothing. It is, in fact, not quite nothing as it turns out; there's a second where Claude stumbles a step from throwing his own self off balance beneath the weight before recovering as silently as he can. This beast is less weighty than the one prior so fortune's on his side, thanks to that and some tips from Leonie he's unearthing in his mind about hauling back catches from hunting. There, nothing to it. ]

Taking them back whole's probably for the best to make sure we don't accidentally, uh, miss something in them.

[ An organ? Bones? He's not sure but Thancred's right about not risking it. Don't mind him shifting the carcass around his both shoulders to get a better grip on it, but at least it's finally secured so he won't embarrass himself. Maybe. This is a good reminder he should go back to some more strenuous training patterns soon. ]

I've heard the horns and tails have some value for a number of things. With any luck, we'll make someone back at the market rather happy. You prefer knives when it comes to weapons, then?