Nikalie was about to object to state that they should continue moving though his stomach voiced out before he could. Listening to his stomach Nikalie gave in and nodded "Fair enough." Different thoughts ran through his head about what had happened to how he found himself here. Reaching under his right pants leg Nikalie pulled out an old pocket knife. The pocket knife looked like it was gonna fall apart, the cherry wood still had its light red tint though the condition of wood was sad. Using his thumb he flicked the curved blade out. A curve blade was rare he was told by the blacksmith that he got it from years ago.<br/><br/>Picking up the burrabbit as he squatted down in one hand, as he subconsciously whipped the blade on his pants leg even though there was nothing on the blade itself.Grabbing the back leg of the burrabbit he started to cut the fur away from the meat trying not to tear the fur itself. Nikalie was taught to use everything from a kill. The fur he could make as a patch to repair a little bit of his chipped armor, the inners could be used to bait another animal or to feed the bird companion as the meat it self could be used as rations.