Jordan looks up at the wave and gives a nod. Ai-Ling certainly doesn't need a babysitter, or someone to distract her from her work.

If it's really that difficult, she considers idly as she starts putting rocks down for the fire pit, she could hunt. She'd have to learn a new way of tracking, is all. And rid herself of the unsettling thought that she'd be killing something that wasn't hurting any humans.

Of course, she had burgers at home, so she recognizes it's a bit hypocritical. It's just harder to kill Bambi's mother when he's watching you do it.

By the time Ai-Ling is back, there's a fire blazing, some wittled sticks set up for roasting, Journey chasing a rabbit down the field (and making entirely too much noise to ever be considered stealthy), and Jordan by the fire with her backpack at her feet.