Sasha was silent for most of the short trip back to the clearing he had found himself in. The beast was still there, just as he'd left it. A pool of blood had formed around it's head, and it's leathery skin was flecked with red. Sasha picked the creature up and hauled it onto one shoulder, carrying it like a limp sack of potatoes. 

"We'll clean it when we get to water," He said. It only made sense. There no use making of mess of themselves here, and they had no tools to work with anyway. Sasha's plan was to find water, and find the type of smooth rocks that water usually formed. Perhaps they could shape a crude knife to skin and carve the beast with. 

Blood slowly dripped down his bare skin from the creature's mashed skull, but Sasha didn't seem to pay it any mind. With his line of work came a very strong stomach; it took quite a bit to make him queasy.

The group then set off again in search of water. As they walked, Sasha noticed a path of pushed down grass that appeared to be made by a herd of some sort. He suggested they follow it. Herd animals would know which vegetation was edible, and their trail would likely lead to water eventually. 

He took a mental note of which grasses were eaten down along the path, and which plants were left alone. And, as he had thought, the trail led them to a large lake. It wasn't the moving water he had hoped for, but there was sure to be a stream leading off the main body somewhere. This would do for now, and since the sun was starting to get low, they didn't really have time to be picky. 

Sasha flopped the animal down onto the ground and decided to take charge. He pointed to Ysran. "You, go find some smooth rocks and some rigid rocks and bring them back here. Grind them down on the smooth rock until you have a sharp edge."

He then looked to the other man. "And you. I saw a few trees on the path that looked like they had fruit left higher up in the branches. The fruits on the low branches are gone because the animals ate them, which means [i]we[/i] can most likely eat them. Go gather some up and be careful not to wander too far." 

When he was done barking orders at the strangers as if they were his old platoon, Sasha brought himself over to the water to wash the blood from his skin. While the others did their assigned tasks, he would work on collecting dry wood from the banks and hopefully get a fire going before night fell.