Springlatch watched the two discuss from inside his little shelter. Taking the other piece of bread and begrudgingly digging in, making a mental note to ask for something more along the lines of dried or salted meats next time something like this happens. He'd reach a claw up and pull down his goggles over his eyes, nodding here and there as the plan was given out "Soundsdoableenough." he fired off in acknowledgement "Justone question. Howam I gettingin? They'll recognizeI'mnot oneoftheirs." he posed a good question and a good point.