[Bianca is sitting on top of what might once have been a stone wall, a crossbow slung across her back and a broad-bladed boar spear in her hands. Her hyenas lie in the pool of shade at the base of the wall. All three are gaunt and hardened; Bianca already looks tanned.]

Good plan. We should also be smoking and drying anything we can. Not unrelatedly, I could do with some help transporting - one of those great white furry things. It's a little large to manage alone.