The steak was taken back and thoroughly cooked. Rasputin was so hungry at this point he didn't complain about the fact it had gone from rare to overdone. He ate the meat with his hands, silently cursing the lack of proper utensils out here in the wilds.

Once he had finally eaten, he decided to return the conversation to more relevant matters. "I have found myself quite lost in these woods, would you know where I would need to go to get to the nearest town or village? An outlying farmhouse would be well too, just as long as I can get back on a proper road."

He surveyed the sky, gauging the position of the sun. "Also, the hour grows late, and the nights are way too cold to travel... Would you know anyplace to sleep?"