They laughed together with ease, knowing that some of their companions had certainly grown up more sheltered in some matters than they had. It was refreshing to meet another person who understood her way of life. Until now the closest she had come to understanding another culture had been the Dalish, people who also lived off the land, hunting and gathering, and preserving the balance of nature. Together she and Hilda got the stag down to manageable pieces. Even his bones would be used, boiled for stock and their marrow consumed. They used their blades and their strength to break those down as well.
From the small pouch at her waist she pulled out a few folded up cloths, cleaned and treated with wax to prevent leakage, they were what she typically used to carry fresh meat back to her camp, especially when there was a lot of it. She laid them out on the ground so they could load them up, wrap them and tie them for easier carrying back to camp.
She had listened to Hilda's stories. She spoke of her father teaching her, and it caused Imenry to smile. It sounded as though Hilda's family was very close knit, and she spoke of them with a happiness that suggested they were still alive, something so uncommon around these parts it seemed. "Who is Gunnarr? Your brother?" It sounded though, as Hilda spoke on of her mother and her sisters, the witch-tribes, that she had a large family, and her people a rich and interesting history.
"We will have to take time to give one another lessons then. Perhaps we will have some time when we reach Redcliffe," she suggested, before gathering up some of their kill so that they could continue on to look for some of the aforementioned herbs.
"A banya you say? That's a good idea. How do you create the steam? Just by maintaining fires and melting the snow?" She was curious. "My village did grow some things in sheds, but they never thought of using steam to keep them warm. With such an abundance of snow and ice, it seems like a good idea." She lifted her crossbow once more, sure to keep her senses aware in the dark woods as she fell into step alongside Hilda. "My mother was skilled in the kitchen... she tried to teach me... but I'm afraid I was never terribly interested. I guess I didn't think I'd need it. Used to her always being there."