[Wait, is he getting up to go hunting? She's easily dislodged off his lap and lands in the grass, and blearily stares up at him in mild confusion. Where does he get all of these second winds from? She can barely walk and keep her eyes open, and he's getting ready to go out and shoot things.]

Duck could be good. If we can get a fire going. And if it doesn't spoil while we sleep.

[She pauses, head tipping to the side as she watches him and realizes something.]

While I sleep, I guess. I can barely move, baby.

[The thought of killing anything and lugging a dead body around is a lot at the moment. It's enough to make her laugh though, and she flashes a toothy grin in his direction as she falls back to lay against their jackets. Hers is used as a pillow, and she grabs his to cover up and stay nice and warm. It smells like him too, which makes her nuzzle right into it with a happy sigh.]

Are you gonna try finding us something?