(I am skipping time in the camp, for obvious reasons D:)

James opened his eyes, as it was already morning. He didn't remember whatever he dreamed and was laying in his sleeping bag awake for a couple of minutes. It was cold in his tent, and the fire was fully burnt to ashes. The man yawned and hesitated a bit before leaving his warm sanctuary. After that, he quickly found his coat and dressed up. He yawned a bit as the man grabbed the deer outside, found his knife and started skinning his prey from yesterday. The body was cold, and dead some time ago, so it wasn't really that messy. It took some time, as James finally managed to get the fur off the animal, and he took it to drying racks near the camp's great bonfire. After spending some time with that, he went back to the skinned animal and started gutting it, setting the inedible stuff aside. He then carried all those guts to the dog pens, seeing as the canines were wagging their tails happily at the new treat. 

And thus, all that remained of the animal was meat, bones and fat. James was truly hungry now, so he cut off a hind leg and pulled the remaining deer back into his tent. He then took that leg he just seperated and went to one of the bonfires. There, James started seperating meat from bone, and starting to cook the meat.
He watched the roasting process with wild thoughts of finally getting something in his mouth....