Honey Pie (Jack Horner x Reader)

Skin a Wolf in Return For What?

~Third Person POV~
It's now midnight at Honey Blossom Acres. Crickets chirped their nightly songs as a cool breeze swept through the air, gently brushing against the trees and making their branches and leaves dance and sway with the rhythm. Along with the waxing crescent moon mirroring a little amount of the sun's light onto the land, fireflies flew around the fields with their beautiful golden glow.
The only thing that had interrupted the peaceful singing of the crickets was the sound of something being dragged across the soft grass, followed by the occasional grunt or panting.

Out from the woods and into the fields, Y/N emerged with the top half of a very large, and very dead, dire wolf on their back. The bottom half of the beast was being dragged due to its large size. The wolf's blood dripped from the puncture wounds that littered its body, as well as from the stab wound on the creature's throat. Y/N themself didn't look any cleaner with the same creature's blood splattered all over them, which was also accompanied by the sweat that lined their body from fighting and dragging the dire wolf a good mile through the woods before reaching the fields.

Their eyes focused ahead as they continued to drag the beast through the fields and around any hives that sat in the way. The destination was the back porch, where they could lay the wolf down and take care of the rest in the morning. After a while of agonizingly slow walking from the heavy weight of the wolf on their shoulders, Y/N had finally made it and heaved the wolf onto a bloodstained table that was commonly used to skin their other catches.
For a moment, Y/N stopped and stood back, admiring the work of what they'd just done. It's been a while since they've been able to successfully hunt down and kill a dire wolf, and they were careful enough not to damage the beast's head so it would be perfect for mounting on the wall, right over the fireplace that they, of course, rarely ever used. The pelt, however, was deemed useless to Y/N, for they had too many in their home already.
They stood in thought as they pondered their options for what to do with the beast's pelt. Surely, it'd be rude to waste such a thing, so that wasn't an option. Perhaps give it to someone else? That's an idea, but who?

With a great, yawn, Y/N shook their head and decided to clean up and sleep before making that decision. They walked inside and immediately stripped themself of the bloodied leather armor that held a few new scratches and tossed them in the living room closet, along with the weapons that they had brought on their hunting trip.

With a quick, warm shower, Y/N tiredly trudged to their plush, comfy bed and bundled up in the warm blankets. This was a cozy wonderland that none could ever dream of, a warm and soft oasis just for Y/N to experience as they quickly drifted away into a deep sleep, not before they silently hoped the kindly Sandman would bring them a lengthy dream that allowed them to stay in bed longer.

He didn't.

~Your POV~
I woke up from an unfortunate dreamless sleep to the sun's blinding rays hitting my eyes. Letting out an exaggerated groan, I rolled over in hopes of falling back to sleep for just a few more minutes, but was interrupted by the distant roar of Meatloaf who undoubtedly smelled the blood of the dire wolf since last night.

Not wanting the dragon to grow impatient and swallow the corpse whole, I rolled out of bed, got dressed in unimportant clothing, and made my way downstairs to go finish up what I started with the dire wolf out back. After this, I'm definitely eating a big breakfast.

It had been hours since I'd continued my work on the dire wolf. I finally had the beast skinned and removed the head to get it ready for taxidermy. I don't ever use any other parts of the wolves, so I just called Meatloaf over and fed him the rest of the corpse. Now I just had to get the hide and head done, which is going to take days..or even weeks. Well, at least I'll have something to do when I'm bored.