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You're probably right, he said, picking up all the rabbits at once and dropping them back into the cache. As he backed up to look at her, he paused at her question, giving a shrug of his inky shoulders. Not particularly, he replied. Truth be told, had been too restless to eat much this morning, and he figured he would be hungry later and find something to eat then. I'll get something later probably, he quickly added, not wanting her to concern herself anymore with his sporadic eating habits. He looked down at the pile once more. Are you okay to carry the turkey because I think I can mange both, he asked. Surely it would be more difficult for her to make the trek back to the den limping and carrying the turkey. He scooted the bird closer to the the deer remnants, preparing to figure out a way to carry both as he waited for her answer, already pretty much deciding that he would most likely not let her carry anything. But he asked for formality, so it wouldn't seem like he was worrying about her when she had already told him she was fine.