#mink.

Skull of a really old male mink! This one had me confused when I took it out of the maceration bucket, its skull is so wide and chunky I thought it was a mislabelled ferret. The baculum was unmistakably mink though!

@kidrebelmink​

Fuck. [[ Alois states softly and to himself, staring down the enormous pot of broth that seethes and bubbles in front of him. In the process of trying to season the almost-soup into something more palatable, he’d dropped one of the precious few measuring spoons the Colony even had into the broiling liquid.

No matter. He takes a quick look over his right shoulder, then his left. Everyone seems preoccupied with their own duties, so he bunches his left sleeve up to his bicep and tips onto his toes to thrust his arm into the pot past his elbow, nose wrinkling for the heat of the steam and the odd splash of bubbling hot broth. Alois fishes for a handful of seconds before managing to produce the measuring spoon in the cage of his white fingers, holding his arm out to the side to let it drip for a minute and the fiberglass to cool. It’s then that his eyes slide to the side to see another pair watching him with a measure of what he assumed was incredulity. ]]

What? [[ Delivered with characteristic flatness, Alois tries to underplay the fact he’s just been caught elbow-deep in dinner, reaching for a clean rag to start wiping down the panels of his arm. ]] I washed my hands. [[ As if that were the only issue here. ]]