He took it without further hesitation, tucking the hard piece of meat in against his cheek where he could suck on it (both to soften it and to make last longer).

"I think I got a few miles in me," he told her, agreeing to that sentiment without any fight. They'd been holed up in the tree hollow for days and it was heavy with the smell of blood and burnt flesh.

He'd be happy to put it behind him.

"Help me pack up, an' we'll head out."