He looked up, and wondered why he hadn't thought of that sooner. The fin would be perfect, and nothing anyone would be able to fake this far inland. With the question he grabbed a dagger hilt and listened to the blade sing as it dragged against its sheath.

Yuki'to nodded, and set to work. The blade sank into flesh and fat, working its way around the fin to keep the entire thing intact. If the fin wouldn't convince, the shred of hide around it bearing the color of the bulette would. He'd just have to make a note to get his hands on a whetstone later, considering this thing was all plates and sandpaper.

With a neat pull, he removed the thing entirely, leaving an easy opening for carrion feeders that would have otherwise passed the corpse and its armored hide by. Always leave something behind, for it is a creature of the land... others have to eat, too.