Imenry smiled toward Hilda as they worked together with ease. It felt as if they had been hunting beside one another before, this sudden companionship between them. Perhaps Imenry felt close tot he woman already because of their similar backgrounds. It did not hurt that Hilda seemed friendly and open, and had ease talking with others.
"Yes, Sausage will help to use some of the less appealing parts of the animal. I very much doubt some of our more squeamish companions know just what goes into them. I think it's probably safer if we keep them in the dark." She chuckled and helped Hilda to butcher the stag and separate the meat, which parts would be used tonight, which would be salted and wrapped for later use, and which would be dried for rations.
"I would appreciate any tips or suggestions you could offer. You are very skilled with a bow. If you have desire to use how to wield a blade I would be more than happy to teach you a few things. It does come in handy when an enemy gets in close." She nodded towards Hilda's statements about which meat to cut for dinner tonight. Once the animal was free of it's skin Imenry stretched it out, examining it in the low light before hanging it over a nearby tree branch. That too would have to be treated, but now it was wet with the animal's life blood and she wanted to let as much of that drip off as possible before taking it back to camp.
"Where I lived we hardly had any herbs. Only those that seemed to thrive in harsher conditions. We could grow some stuff in the sheds, keep them warm, safe from the frost. But as you can guess, a lot of our food was rather bland." She chuckles. "I'm not a terribly picky eater as a result of that. Why don't we look around for some suitable stuff on the way back? I'm happy to let you do the cooking, I'm sure the others in our group will too, especially the foreigners. Apparently Fereldans aren't known for their fine pallets."