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Meanwhile, I can't seem to wake up, ugh...

Once the rib had been secured in her grasp entirely, Echelon took it away from the carcass. She didn't wander too far, still feeling the obligation of conversation lingering, she knew better than to merely go snacking away at it standing over the place she had gotten it from. As she settled on the cold, damp ground and began working her way to whatever goods were left, there came an offering of a name. Thoughtlessly, she answered him with a lie. "Iqsi." It had been a while, but the Iñupiaq rolled loosely across her tongue. The moniker wasn't even her own, having belonged to her father. But it seemed fitting to drop here, as she yet did not know what kind of creatures they all really were.

Crunching through a tough part of the bone, she paused what little progress she was making. "So do you live around here, Dovev?" Somehow she doubted it, given his current state. He was a skinny mess, no doubt not entirely successful in his scavenging. It really made the notion he had shared any of the ram with her at all a surprise. But altruism came in many forms, this she knew, even when it was all about survival of the fittest. Briefly her thoughts traversed to the battered female she had encountered some time ago and wondered if the bears had gotten to her yet. If not those, infection probably had taken her already.

That was probably why they hadn't quarreled over it; who wanted to risk infection?