Sacha walks out of her tent the next morning, stretching. Her shoulder was a little stiff,  but didn't hurt as much. She looks around the camp for any sign of life, before rolling her eyes. "You would think you people would know better than to sleep in. " she says loudly before going over to the food pile. She pulls out a small bird and sighs. "And would take care of our food so it doesn't spoil!" She huff and sits at a fire, beginning to pluck the wings out.