"Never go anywhere without it," Calvin replied. "Let's bring it a bit off into the woods first," he said, pointing away from the road, still slightly worried about Straw's point.  The local lord would never miss the deer, surely.  But if he got wind of poachers...?   Once the carcass was away from their camp,  the young man got to work immediately, obviously well practiced in butchering. He handed the elf a few cuts to cook up over their fire, "these should do for breakfast."
  
  While the work of processing the deer was going on, Straw packed up his things and re-situated them atop of pack horse.  Occasionally, he glanced down the road, in the direction of Dawsbury, with maybe the slightest hint of impatience.  
  
  "Miss Cyriana?  You got any salt in that pack?  To keep this good for a few days?" Calvin asked as he finished dividing the deer meat into large chunks.