Much had given both the Wills a get cracking, wolves! look, jogging over to close the distance between himself and Art. It had been so long since he'd skinned anything like a moose he was curious to see what he remembered, and sitting around a camp fire tonight eating freshly killed game, smoking some for later - it sounded like stepping back in time. Sounded like the perfect way to catch up on all the long years that had passed.
And then Art mentioned about the bugs, and Will asked his question, and Much thought yeah, okay, they could do this now too. He quirked an eyebrow at Art and let him handle Will's question.