And he did have a vague idea of what Don was doing with the head; his face scrunched in aversion, and he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the silhouette.

They settled back on the decapitated carcass, and he gave another moment's pause. Should he risk approaching it? Don's strange demeanor that was so uncharacteristic of the turtle he had met inside the walls of the Training Center continued to cause him distress and uncertainty, but what remained of the elk was still enough to feed other people for a few more days. People who needed it more than he, such as the women and children that were undoubtedly also struggling to survive in the desert.

So he took several slow, tentative steps towards the elk, bow raised and eyes watching Don with caution as he did so.