Epsil watched the weakened stranger carefully. "Alright," he said, grabbing hold of his whip. He left the knife near Magdalena. "I'll get something." He headed off into the forest, climbing into a tree to spot prey. He prowled stealthily through the canopy, his eyes open to every twitch of movement, his ears detecting all but the slightest sounds on the forest floor.<br/><br/>A family of deer grazed peacefully below him. He wished that he didn't leave his knife back at the shelter. He could have easily dropped down and killed the doe below him quickly and cleanly. Now he'd have to sever it's jugular with the whip, which wasn't a very easy task. Epsil hooked his knees around a branch and slowly let himself fall backwards so he was upside-down over the deer, with his whip handy. He flicked it a few times, slicing it across several vital spots on the animal's neck. It dropped a few seconds later, dead. Epsil landed softly next to it, and the rest of the herd scattered. He carefully wiped the blood off his weapon and coiled it around his chest, then began to drag his prey back to the shelter.<br/><br/><br/>About an hour passed before Epsil returned. "I killed a deer," he stated simply, picking up his knife and returning to the carcass, skinning it and cutting off several chunks of meat which were stuck on sticks and set over the small fire inside the shelter. He then cut off several long strips of meat, hanging them up above the fire to dry. He stuck several more chunks into the fire, and hung up several more strips. There was still quite a bit of meat left on the doe, so he dragged it back out to the treeline, where scavengers could still enjoy it. He didn't particularly like wasting the hunt, but he'd already made more than plenty for three people to eat off of for a few days. He returned to the shelter, fishing a small cube of salt out of the small pack on his waist, and sprinkled it over the cooking meat.<br/><br/>He leaned back against the wall, next to Magdalena, and sighed. "There. I didn't take the time to fetch anything else. So this is it," he said. "Please, enjoy it." He folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest. He still felt slightly ill at ease over the stranger, but figured that the feeling would come to pass. After all, it's not like an evil man would come into a shelter and heal someone.