Ambra had settled down and detached the serpents and lizards and that one sandcat she had killed. They were all skinned and gutted, and now all that was left doing was cooking them. Borrowing a pot from a Shepherd and gathering some water from the stream, she set the pot over the fire and began to fill it with food stuffs. She cut the rattlesnake into small slivers, and then tiny chunks. She cut up several more and tossed each of them into the pot. After that was done, she pulled out some rosemary and lavender and put it into the stew she was making. It actually started to smell good, and she found her stomach rumbling as she cooked. 

After a while, she tasted the brew and smacked her lips, surprised at the taste. It wasn’t just the spices- the rattlesnake was delicious as well. It had sort of a chicken-tuna taste, very much different from what she expected. The red haired woman expected it to have a strong, bitter taste, but it was much softer and tender than that. [i]Everyone’s gonna love this![/i] she thought, stirring the meal some more. Then she would put some of the lizards on spits and roast them as well. It was then that she knew how hungry she was. Her stomach roared loudly, and she rested a hand on it. [i]Be still, stomach. You’ll eat soon.[/i] 

It was then that she looked up, not having anything else to do except wait for the next time she had to stir. She found Talbot laughing loudly as Vellia dragged herself out of a stream, and a large wyvern and its mount, and two men gone. Zaino was still in the corner, silent, and Trina was brushing her horse. Then… she found someone rummaging through their supplies. Her eyes narrowed, and she recognized her as a thief. Naga, how she hated thieves. They were shady and sneaky and dishonest and untrustworthy. Pulling out her bow, she trembled as she strung an arrow. She didn’t like to fight, but…

[b]”What are you doing? Who are you?”[/b] her voice cracked and she sounded meek, but there was anger and annoyance in her eyes. Her brows furrowed and she aimed the arrow at her. [b]”You’re a thief, aren’t you? Stealing our supplies? Don’t you know you’re stealing from the hungry and injured?”[/b] she snapped. It was amusing. Her posture displayed fear, anxiety, and uncertainty, but her eyes showed aggression. Well, that was Ambra for you.