Swiftcurrent Creek blood in the water

his eyes left her frame to stare at the cache. his head would bend down, dropping the rabbit and breaking off half of it before depositing the rest in the pile. he wasn't going to take more than he could contribute; he'd only caught one rabbit. the children may not need the substance right now, but the mothers did. Benedict would take half and go out again later. maybe fish a bit. something to fill the stocks up more. "thank ye." he'd dip his head to Rosalie, letting her go back to her loved ones and he'd remain here. once he had eaten, he'd drag all the contents of the cache back to camp. no use leaving it in the open for predators to get a whiff of. reclining, the man would only eat when she was safely off.