After their meal, Berkah and his clone began bickering on who would clean the herbivore's pelt.
Berkah suggested that his clone do it and that he would spawn water for him to do so, but the clone argued that it wasn't Berkah's slave and demanded he treat it with respect.
[This fucking troll!!]
Berkah slapped his forehead, knowing very well that the clone was being difficult on purpose, he considered creating another but he knew it would be no different.
The two agreed to do it together, Berkah continously washed the skin with water, whilst the clone used the edge of a blade to scrape and trim the pelt.
Their actions were thorough and ensured the pelt was absolutely clean.
Satisfied, Berkah radiated heat from his palms and gradually dried the wet pelt.
[It's a bit too hard, I can't make anything when it's like this.]
He mused and laid the thick grey pelt flat on a clean rock, inspecting it for any debris.