Quinn was glad of that- easy hunting, easy living. Mostly. She tried to relax while sitting on Sahara, but... it was almost impossible. She wanted to walk. After a couple hours, however, the sun was getting low. "We should stop now. I think I hear a source of water off to the left." Quinn told Sage, veering off to the left a little. A small stream was bubbling in a very small clearing. She dismounted the sooty red mare carefully, rolling her eyes at a comment from the horse.

Sage was content to lope along next to the horses, definitely glad to finally be feeling like himself and his shoulder didn't hurt when he moved around. He was also sort of glad to be out of that cave....it was a good place, but it was crowded in there, and he hadn't had a chance to move. The wolf part of him loved to just lope along fo rmiles and miles, like they had today. He nodded in agreement when she mentioned stopping though, and dropped the meat by the river before unpacking the horses and then moving to make sure she was settled.

Quinn winced as she landed on the ground, jarring her shoulder. It would heal someday... hopefully sooner rather than later. She patted Sahara's neck before disappearing into the woods for a moment, getting some kindling for a fire. After arranging the sticks and small branches she took out her flint and her dagger, striking them together and providing sparks. The fire thankfully caught quickly. After it was burning Quinn got some water in the steel pot and warmed it over the fire.

Once he'd gotten everything off the horses and such, he dragged the rabbits he'd caught earlier over to the fire and crouched next to Quinn, dropping the animals next to her and then laying down. He was sort of tired, he supposed, but in a good way....he'd been able to push himself since they'd gone quite a while today and he'd loped along for most of it. He could go longer, of course, but they'd still gone a ways down the path, so it did feel nice to lay there now that they'd stopped.