Tuktu Weir Be ladylike or be hungry? Hard choice.

she approached, timid and meek and appearing absolutely mortified. poor girl, grayson pitied her. "you were only trying to help," grayson reassured her gently, offering her a touch to her shoulder with his nose. "your strengths lie elsewhere, you can help in other ways," he then reminded her, since it was true. she could be searching for herbs. sure, maybe it was snowing or whatever, but all the same. she could be comforting the men as they hunted, as they defended camp. there was plenty to be done. grayson would perhaps trust addison to hunt, she was a capable sort-- more than most women-- but lilah especially had other strengths to be exploited.

he motioned to the carcass at his feet. "eat," he said with a flick of his ears. 

"how are you settling at the creek? i think we may use it to set up camp. especially with the storm."