"Simple. I hunt, I trap, and I survive." He spoke plainly, as if rehearsed. "I do spend time in towns when I've made good coin from the furs." He said pointing over his shoulder at the sled. The meat seemed ready and he started cleaning the possum to serve. "You uh, don't really seem the type for a wilderness life though. You sure you just want to up and leave?" He tried hiding the worry he had but he didn't trust this woman knew how to take care of herself. He didn't trust holy people in general really, the dying form of belief it was.