Between her and Talfryn they managed to cart the rather good-sized doe he'd shot closer to camp, though he suggested skinning it away from the eyes of the others; especially as someone like Ashya might be a bit squeamish to see something like that, so they got to work with knives, hanging the skin on a low branch to drip dry. It could be treated for leather or sold in one of the villages they passed by for extra money. After the somewhat gruesome task was completed Talfryn bent down to begin breaking up the carcass into manageable chunks of meat. He skewered several of the largest pieces for cooking over the fire then suggested she go get them started while he took care of the rest.
Giving him a nod and a smile, Imenry took the food back towards the center of camp. It seemed that most of the others had gathered around the fire. Right now there was hesitant talking. She spotted Signy first, bent over some bits of metal and spring, a slightly nervous set to her posture that made Imenry feel protective. Perhaps she should have remained behind. She also saw Ashya and the tall blonde woman, Hilda, chatting. The young human noble Coan was sitting with his back towards her. The elf, a former assassin she believed, was standing off to the side with a small (adorable) white dog and Aurin was standing near the fire as well, looking about for something or other.
The tents were further back, in a sort of half ring away from the fire, all spread a couple of paces apart. Still, there would be little privacy in the camp with so many people. Striding across the clearing she moved towards the fire, moving to stand between Signy and Coan so that she could get close enough to set up the meat for cooking. She had no idea what they'd been talking about before she'd arrived, and she glanced to her side to smile down at Signy. Her eyes caught on the metal in her lap. It almost looked like a small-game trap, which would certainly come in handy. She was glad to know that someone in the party could fashion one. If they were going to be battling, there would be nights where they would be too weary to hunt.
She moved towards one of the tents, the one where she and Signy had stowed their gear, to tuck away her crossbow, breaking it down to fit easily into her pack. She pulled out her skin of water and took a quick drink before returning to join the others at the fire. The smell of meat cooking was just starting to drift into the air.