It takes a little while to rouse Dave, because the cold is making him more lethargic than usual. He hates all weather, honestly, but he's trying not to be too much of a bitch about it. Apparently wearing two parkas and a blanket shawl is not, in fact, being a bitch about anything.

Somehow, Karkat and Dave had managed to wrangle one of the elusive geese on one of the earliest nights and Dave very vividly recalls the fact that it was delicious. They were bitches to catch and even harder to prepare, but they're good eating. He is in full support of attempting it again with Feferi, particularly now that he has a hunting knife on hand. He just can't help that he's following behind a little sullenly like a kid that got brought grocery shopping.

The faint sound of honking leads him toward Venus, but when he hears her yelling he's a little faster on his feet in the hopes of being helpful. He's expecting a vicious person, not a vicious goose, and he sort of skids and rears back when he almost crosses the path of a bird in a rage beeline.

"Woah, Nelly- Crisis alert." He glances around his person for Feferi, the goose flapping off in another direction before he can bother to actively pursue it. Instead he glances toward Venus and raises a brow. "Hey, I thought we were meant to eat them."