Skinning a giant bird was, in a sense, surprisingly easier than skinning a wild boar. The science behind it was simple to understand.

The eagle was tough all over, yes, and even its torso was twice of Anna's, but she gained some experience in skinning animals today, and knew how to cut corners. In a literal sense.

She had already gotten rid of the eagle's wings, which would've been a pain in the ass to peel off, not to mention unrewarding, and once they got the eagle in a safe spot, in front of the safehouse's door, she used the wide open holes where the wings used to be, to dig deep into the bird's flesh. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She wasn't as careful with her work this time around, and dug deep into its flesh. The fact that the bird did not have many fat deposits, also helped. She didn't slice through sticky fat, which would otherwise take a lot of her time, and instead, she sliced through a lot of meat.

Whole chunks of meat ripped off of the bird as she skinned through it, in turn making her job easier.

Jimmy and Almara helped her as well. They weren't as skilled as her when it came to skinning animals, but she taught them some of her tricks. They too dug deep into the bird's flesh, therefore speeding up the process.

In just an hour's time, they skinned the bird whole, and tossed its remains out in the jungle. The bird was slippery, and a bit bloody, so it barely took any effort to push it through.

Anna then sliced off the large pieces of meat chunks that were attached to the slin leather, and tossed them out in the jungle as well. She cleaned up the leather as best as she could, and was quite satisfied with her work.

"I gotta hand it to you, sweetheart," Jimmy grunted as he stretched, "I didn't think the skin would hold together."

"I had my thumbs in this fucker's neck," She followed along, "This suit will last you a while. Its skin is very tough. I wouldn't run around in bushes with it, though, because we have to guess that dried skin leather can be torn easily. I mean, the feathers will protect the skin itself, but there are a hundred different ways to get snagged."

"Roger that," He nodded.

Anna had plenty of reasons to be satisfied with her work. Their main fear prior to the skinning, it being the skin leather being too thin to hold the bundle of feathers together, was nullified the moment they dug their knives in the carcass' flesh.

The skin leather was two-inches thick, it was plenty durable, and once it was dried, Jimmy just had to be careful not to tear the very skin that held the suit together. Those rules applied pretty much to any sort of animal leather, including the clothes he wore right now. The fur clothes that covered his crotch were made of fur, yes, but behind that fur was dried skin leather, and since he hadn't torn through his clothes so far, he was confident that he could take care of the bird suit.

Anyway, Anna dragged the feather-covered leather past the door, into the safehouse, and laid it flat on the steel ground, with the leather facing the ground. She set it up right next to her own hide, because she believed that it was sweet.

The bird leather was twice her size, which was a good thing, because she had more wiggle room to mess up later on, when she'd sew the leather into a good suit.

"I'm no expert, but these fine materials should take a couple of weeks to dry off." She said, "Maybe a month, but who cares? We're not in a rush."

"Yeah," Jimmy nodded, "We have all the time to fuck around with animal leather. I just hope to God we don't run into a bear. Can you imagine how big bears are around here? They'd take forever to skin."

"I thought you said we have plenty of time to fuck around," Almara pointed out, repeating his words like a parrot.

"Yes, but I'm also lazy," He said, "I haven't worked this much in a while."

"I guess you have a different definition for work," Anna chuckled, "You were running around like a zombie when we were fighting the invaders. You don't consider that work?"

"Nah, that's community service." He chuckled.

Anyway, as they looked at the hides, Anna couldn't help but obsess over the matter. She just stood in front of them, looked at them, and dragged Jimmy into the conversation.

"Look at that motherfucker's head," She said, "I kept its head, Jimmy, and its beak."

"I saw," He nodded, "It looks pretty cool."

"Hell yeah, it does!" She exclaimed, "I mean, the feathers will keep you warm throughout the winter, and they seem wind resistant too, if I had to guess, but the beak, oh dear, you're gonna scare the shit out of anyone who tries to mess with us. Jimmy the bird man, the bird slayer."

"You were the one that killed it," He chuckled.

"That's not the story you'll tell to your kids," She said, "If your kids learn that their daddy got his ass kicked by a bird, they'll never respect you."

Jimmy could not do anything other than smile. His kids, from his other girlfriends, were not even born yet, and Anna already pictured her life around them. She was beyond supportive, even though she was not yet pregnant herself, and this was when he confirmed, perhaps for the hundredth time, that this was the type of woman he'd want around in his life. He was very lucky to transmigrate along with her.

Almara ruined the moment a little bit, as she added, "As if the tree humpers in the surface world know what a bird is. They won't be scared of you, they'll be confused."

"The unknown can be scary," Anna added, "I mean, we fought an army off, and those motherfuckers probably didn't even know what they were fighting for. I wouldn't be surprised if they blamed the appearance of the giants on Jimmy, simply because he was the most unusual person in the grasslands."

"Humans are stupid, yes," Almara nodded, and didn't bother arguing over the matter further.

She was tired, and so was everyone else. They had quite the eventful morning, and so they found themselves in the bunk beds of the safehouse, laying flat, letting their bodies relax for a couple of hours.

Anna stopped looking at the fine pieces of animal fabrics at some point, and joined Jimmy on the bunkbed he was laid on. They cuddled, and let the presence of one another relax their bodies.

Almara felt left out, and joined them. However, since the bunk beds were only so slim, she laid on top of Jimmy's chest, with her back facing him, her nude body pressing on him, and her sizable butt-cheeks pressing on his crotch.

"I'm not trying to tease you, I just felt lonely," She said.

At some point, she felt a small hand touching her up, caressing her left breast. It was Anna, and she had made use of the great comfort she felt to take a nap, with a big booby on her hand.

"She loves boobs, doesn't she?" Almara asks.

"You have no idea," Jimmy grunted, his mouth full of Almara's coal-black hair.

But he could not complain, he felt as if he was being covered by the world's sexiest blanket. His dick struggled within his clothes, fighting for a breath of fresh air because Almara was pressing on to him nearly intimately, but otherwise he was fine.

They all fell asleep at some point, once they got used to the circumstances, and the smell of drying leather that had wafted through the safehouse.

Later on, they woke up one by one, past noon, and as they shared a glass bottle of water, they put some work in to figure out how they were going to proceed into the jungle. They learned a lot about its dangers today, as if they hadn't learned enough in the day before, and so everyone, even Almara, a resident of the underworld who had gone through the jungle, and into the city a few times, was nervous.

The risks were greater than she remembered, as when she traveled the jungle alone, she traveled low-key, usually turning into a bird that was too hard to catch. A fast, chicken-sized hawk, typically.

Now, she explained, "I lost more than half of my mana when I turned back into a human earlier on. So, we may need to camp here a little while longer, or we risk it now, and make a run for the next bunker, but I don't think I can turn into a giant River Fatty this time. We might have to settle for a smaller one, but I don't know how you guys feel about that after getting fucked by that bird."