Sacha chuckles. "Yeah, fair enough. Whose idea was it to make camp in the woods?" She half-teases. She then nods. "People need to skin and smoke their meat before it starts going back..this bird is a day or two away from being inedible..." She turns the bird over to begin plucking the other side. "Take two others with you when you do go. The Broms have been crossing the border and making threats. We can't afford to have anyone be killed this late in the year."