Lindsey's nose wrinkled slightly when he saw his temporary ally return with the brush and the carrion, thanking the baking desert for the fact that the animal hadn't rotted. It had been chewed on by other scavengers, but there was no rotting and no wet sick smells, although he doubted he could smell anything aside from the blood of the elk that seemed to have coated everything.

"Great, that looks good. You get that burning and... we can start grilling some of these strips on them."

It may be noticed then that Lindsey had skinned the animal of a large piece of fur and used it as a grotesque blanket of sorts, fur side down, to set down stripped pieces of meat off the sand. He continued sawing at the carcass of the hacked up animal.