The next few days consisted of repeated riding and bunny hunting, the latter of which always resulted in either Janesca or Raymond holding the so-called Warren Mother in a standstill while he made the killing blow. It had, rather disgustingly, resulted in a lot of waste. There was only so much meat and hide they could carry, and materials like eyes and claws were completely useless to them. The other item they managed to make was chum, crafted from a crude mixture of the creature’s organs and sinew. It was now being held inside of a rancid smelling sack that would probably never be cleaned.