Ashewell watched over the flock of sheep before her.  They were her charge weren't they?  Well, obviously she couldn't let anything happen to them.  Aside the doll and the robot, everyone else would need to eat.  Glaive suggested she make shelter.  Not a bad idea, though she considered it might be better to hunt for food.  Ashewell thought that she might have an extra easy time preparing traps for that.  "I don't mind hunting.  I'm starting to feel hungry.  Might have to do with not having ate for some time before I died."  She looked around.  "Alright.  I should go get a lay of the land.  Anyone want to go with me?  I have room on my back still."  

If she hadn't hopped off of Ashewell's Abdomen yet, Ashewell would set down Ravy.  "If you want to join, come along, else-wise I'm going this way!  I'll be back soon.  I have a good sense of direction."  She figured that there would be enough with some of them trying to figure out how to make shelter... Not that much was needed for a nights rest.  The area was temperate so some leaves for a bed and a fire at night should be enough.  Food was more important in her opinion... But that could be the building feeling in her stomach.