I look at the cabin and a small smile crosses my face. My father had many times delivered equipment to hunters who lived in cabins like this, though it was typically in the form of new knives and repaired traps and other such things. Still, Marmalade's question needed answering and he couldn't pass up a good chance to find some game. "I do not need to rest, but might I recommend we rest here and catch some game? This old cabin seems like a good place to clean and prepare the meat we'll get at the very least. Maybe three or four hours." Taking the time to hunt from the cabin would also give their wounded a chance to recover some strength as well, even if they'd never admit to needing it.

I sat on my heels while I waited on a decision to be made, still watching for anything that might try and sneak up on them to make a meal of them. The prairies had their predators as well, and I was sure the darker it got, the more likely they were to find them instead of the game they would like to use for their food supply. [i]That scorpion must have been quite tough to wound such capable warriors. And their wounds make crossing at night dangerous, since predators always go for the sick and wounded of anything.[/i]