Sam stops when Albert does, dropping his own share of their catch onto the ground. He does his own scan of the cave out of habit, before unwinding his own scarf and pulling off his hat. He drapes them both over a rock, to try to dry them out as much as possible before they continue on, then turns back to Albert.

"Thanks," he mutters, chuckling a little as he takes the bottle to drink from it.

"Hey, they're saying dinosaurs had feathers now, who knows? What I wanna know is how did a big ass sloth thing end up being almost as hard to bag as a giant tiger?" It'd definitely taken longer, but since Sam hadn't come out of it needing stitches, the tiger's still ahead.

He's still listening out for anything that might be approaching, though, and he frowns a little when he thinks he picks something up. "You hear something?"