Sydney
Ally looked at the standing wagon, his eyes gleaming with delight at the sight. **"Shut up."** This was hopeful, it meant the end to this treacherous journey was coming to an end! He could care less about Dava now- as long as he found the horse, *Or something* He wouldn't need to rely on the brute to get to the city. He bit his lip gently and cast him a long side-gance, reaching his arms up and brushing them along his ears before taking his auburn hair in his hand and untying it, a waterfall of red falling over his back. Would Dava think the same thing? He tried to steal before and was the one who crashed the wagon, he wouldn't put it past him to try another brain-dead stunt. Perhaps Ally was just... Was overthinking? 

Ally shivered and shook his head, trying to shake away the thoughts as though shaking away a fly. Either way, he was cold and hungry now... He ignored Dava and instead Ally went over to the bed, bent down and draped the stocky, black fur coat over his shoulders, pulling it tightly around himself and melting into the warmth. He'd throw his other clothes by the fire so they could warm before tonight. Ally reached down to pick up the 'collar' he had been wearing around his neck the other night, turning the black piece in his hand and brushing a finger across the glittering white gems before clipping it on his neck– **"I figured we'd cook it? Throw it in that pot with some water and let it boil."** He nonchalantly shrugged before getting to his feet. Though his body ached he on the other hand was restless. He looked around camp, you know, everything did need to be reorganized before they set off and placed back in the wagon! Plus, Dava could take a nap while the bird boiled and they could set off after they ate!
Anita
*"Boil the bird?"* Dava questioned with a scoff before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right, right, how about you dig up a side of worms while you're at it, gourmet." He rolled his eyes, plucking a singular feather off of the falcon.He was exhausted,and his vision would fade into a hazy darkness every now and again, but would he really risk leaving this sociopath to cook something—no, *Boil* Something? He'd find a way to add dirt into the water while he was at it! Dava grimaced at the mental image he pictured and even the memory of the rats floating to the top of that god-forsaken stew he had attempted to make! How repulsive someone must be to think fruit and a literal rodent could be compatible! He sighed as he turned his attention to the falcon, figuring it'll be best to wash the bird after he'd remove the feathers. 

He shot Ally a sideways glance, taking note of how he seemed to be in thought. "Now that the wheels are repaired, what *Exactly* Is the plan? I mean..." He trailed off, gesturing to the front of the wagon, where an empty harness was hanging."Who's gonna pull that wooden disaster because letting you know now, it wont be me, Sedura." What were they going to do about the horse? Because by Vivec is Dava going to go out of *His* Way to pull the heavy-ass wagon! It'll be *All* Ally if they dont find that horse! His head began to pound harder and he gently rubbed his head with a sigh of fatigue. He really pushed himself these few days, especially with rarely eating and having not slept. He could tell he was beginning to act more snarky the longer he remained awake but he'd try to keep it in check. He rubbed his eyes hastily as if trying to shake the feeling of exhaustion. He struggled to focus his attention to cleaned the blade with a cloth. Carefully with the blade, he began to make incisions along the carcass. Though the blade nearly slipped from his grasp when his vision darkened. "N'chow!" (Damn!) The dagger slit his hand, causing him to wince.
Sydney
Allister rolled his eyes, of course Dava wasn't going to be helping out *Again*. He was the one who created this disaster and didn't have the heart to carry through and fix it... Then again he did seem a little... Ally looked over... Out of it. Ally presumed he must not have slept last night but that was his own problem, plus any headache he had was again his own problem for picking a fight. He shuffled through the memories- this all would have been so much simpler if he'd just... Oh, nevermind! That food earlier had made up for any inconvenience that Dava was and depending on what Dava did with that bird Ally would let it slide this time. He spared a side glare to the dunmer man as he began to prepare food, scoffing at his words and not responding as he began to pick things up and make list of everything that was there- he'd go hunting in case something was missing. He pulled the cloak tighter and bent down, picking up some of the loose pots and pans. He threw them over into a pile, listening to them clatter. As he threw other dishes, water jugs, and other food related items he picked out of the snow he mumbled grumpily in response, **"I'm afraid you are mistaken, *It will be you pulling it.*"** He mumbled, his voice drifting somberly in the wind. What were they going to do? What was *He* Going to do? He peeled a gem off the ground and snorted- track down the horse, easy enough, hopefully she'd be alive but she could be dead all the same. It was simple but with this weather and how long it had been... He wasn't sure he could just *Track* Her down. Not like this, at least. He uneasily glanced at Dava, his gaze boring into his back- he could smell the pungent silvery scent of blood from the slit in his hand, his senses might be stronger, but not that strong. 
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Ally uneasily gathered everything up, placing things into piles Infront of the wagon in similar groupings: cooking, food, clothes and hygiene items, riches, weapons, books, sleeping items, etcetera and looked at them carefully. They needed that horse there was no way Ally or Dava was pulling that wagon to the next city, and he wasn't going to leave his poor horse to get hunted by wolves or sabers. He knew what he was planning to do- but he'd just have to wait the poor sod out tonight- he looked like he was going to fall flat on his face already anyways, it would be easy! **"We'll push the wagon back onto the path before it gets too late; I'll worry about getting us moving so just worry about the food."** He mentioned in a gruff voice, waving his hand nonchalantly before bending down and loudly began to organize the piles. This belonged there, that belonged there... He picked up the books and went to the wagon, pushing up the seat on the side and dropping them in, mals and papers, and painting supplies scattered in the little cubby, before he piled the weapons, cooking supplies, bedding, and clothes all on the seat, leaving a little spot for Dava on the edge. He then scouted around for his small chest which sat next to the wagon and pulled it open, putting all valuables inside before locking it up and throwing it back in the back of the wagon. Then he set Blitz's silver bird cage across from the seat hed cleared out for Dava and calles it a day. All that was left to pack now was the supplies Dava was using. 

Ally briefly moved the cloth from his eyes and rubbed them with his hand- gazing around the blurry white clearing and pricking his ears for any sound. He could hear Blitz off in the distance and the mumbling of Dava as he cooked- perhaps he could take a quick nap if he was going to be staying up all night. He was pretty tired...

Without hesitation he got to his knees and flopped down on the ground infront of the wagon, curling between the warm folds of his furry cloak. He was still cold, no doubt, but he'd set his other clothes to dry by the fire earlier and a nap would serve him well. Either way, he would be patiently waiting for food to be ready. And boy, could he hardly contain his excitement about whatever Dava intended to make!