Betsy wasn't sure how she felt about hunting. As a human, it didn't really bother her, but if she was expected to be an elephant while she did it, well. She wasn't exactly made to hunt.
Her smile bloomed again as she watched Sam have the same reaction as she'd had. Betsy was quite glad to take up the idea of hauling the basket with them as they explored. She just didn't want to leave food that tasted this good behind.
"The clothes aren't hideous." She agreed. She bent and got the basket. Her hand was automatically held out to him so he could link up and walk with her. The blanket she didn't care about so much.