For several moments  Kit stood squatting at the dead females.   As she went over her knowledge,  and examination of said female owlbears.      Finally rising up from her squatting position.   Fresh kills would be needed to provide for the young.     With that thought, Kit looks up into the sky.  As she gauges how much longer left in the day.<br/><br/>Tor rambles over to the druid.    The large dire lion,  minutes ago a killing machine.  Now lays down with out a care in the world.  Fat and lazy ready to sun himself,  before the party gets on the move again.