Ambrose walks out of his tent, yawning a bit. [i]Dammit. I overslept again.[/i] He thinks as he takes in the going-ons in camp. He spots groups of people talking, but decides it's best to leave them be. He notices Misha and frowns. [i]Do I go introduce myself? I mean...new member perhaps?[/i] He shrugs his shoulders to himself  lifting his arms in a questioning way, almost as though weighing his options. 
His stomach growls and he chuckles. [i]Guess that answers that question.[/i] He grins, heading over to the prey pile. "YES! Deer!" Deer was his favorite food, and they hadn't had nearly enough in the past months. He pulls out his sword and cuts off a piece of meat to go roast at one of the fires. "Deer is good." He hums as he plops down at the fire no one else was near.