Merame squeaked when Yifa swatted her on her bottom again.  Oooooh, that noise was so<em>wonderful</em>!  Maybe Yifa would have do to it a time or three for no reason other than to hear it.  Once she was done, Yifa would find that no, Merame hadn't run away.  She was a short distance away, having set up a small fire pit and taking food out of her bag.  Probably for whatever they were going to be eating.  Once she had enough out, she took out flint and steel, using it to set a small twig on fire and then tossing the twig in with the couple pieces of wood that she had put on the fire.  "Isn't much wood left," she said out loud, probably to herself since there was little indication to hear that Yifa could hear her.  "It's at least another five hundred miles to the mountains...it was one thing for me, but now...are there going to be enough supplies for two people?"