[Kale has been contributing to the camp by hunting. Although she's not someone who enjoys killing, she is a warrior, and there's something to be said for hunting one's own food. Especially if one isn't wasteful of the meat. With her voracious appetite, Kale certainly won't.
Sherlock might catch the rather odd sight of a small young woman who's no older than twenty and barely over five feet tall hefting the fresh carcass of a beast substantially bigger than her as though it's nothing. One might conclude that it's much larger than it looks, except the weight of the beast can be clearly heard when she sets it down in front of the people who are cooking with a resounding thud.
She washes her hands and takes a seat nearby where Sherlock is, pulling out her device to check the network.]
campfire's glow
Sherlock might catch the rather odd sight of a small young woman who's no older than twenty and barely over five feet tall hefting the fresh carcass of a beast substantially bigger than her as though it's nothing. One might conclude that it's much larger than it looks, except the weight of the beast can be clearly heard when she sets it down in front of the people who are cooking with a resounding thud.
She washes her hands and takes a seat nearby where Sherlock is, pulling out her device to check the network.]