"Right." River sets down her hand full of rabbit bones, and carefully toes over a bleached femur. There are teeth marks and later she'll get measurements.

She roams the area a bit and comes back with a stone fitting that description, depositing it beside where he's clearly laying a fire.

She's a bit muddy, knees, feet and hands. But she looks perfectly content, if a bit on the chill side. "So it's rabbit for breakfast then?"