Katewyn had not stayed to see Rucks fall. After packaging up her rifle again, she headed down the stairs to once again scout the cabins. They were ugly things, very sparse of decoration, yet they would do. She had lived in worse places, where only a fire brought comfort. 

Promptly selecting the largest cabin ( She had thrown her satchel hastily inside. Did that count as marking it? ) she continued to explore the rooms. Each was furnished with a dresser and a bed, nothing more. The fleeting thought of "Where are the latrines?" flashed in her mind, but she quickly forgot it as she noticed a curious sight near the end of the hall - It was a sloth.

She had no idea of what the creature was, despite her knowledge. Sloths are certainly not something you hunt. It was hanging on to a rafter below, and as she passed under it, it latched on to her shoulder. A very interesting creature - Perhaps they made good eating? It seemed to be docile, though incredibly sleepy. With the sloth now hanging on her shoulder, she turned around and began to walk back towards the upper-deck. 

(( Sorry for inactivity. sloths r good luck, right? ))