Well, ah. Pigs' ears aren't bad. Don't know about deer ears. But I don't think eatin' her was the main point of this. This is just... it's disturbin' is what it is.

[He wipes some of the deer blood off on his tweed jacket. Better on his jacket than his hands.]

You'd think she fell from five floors up to leave that kind of mark. It doesn't make sense.

[How exactly is the skin exposed? Was the hair cut away? Burned? Simply rubbed off by friction?]