Carnegie emerged from the bush, shouldering her rifle. When she spotted Luc, she promptly looked away and ignored him, mustering her courage and headed instead for Marcus, Elvis met her mid-stride and tailed her with an adoring gaze.
"Hey uh..." As Marcus swung his gaze on her, she almost lost her nerve, but she swallowed and continued.
"I just saw a dead coyote out there with its throat ripped out. I think there mite be more'n jus the one pack. Or that... Maybe the big uns we saw are eatin the small uns." She scratched her nose and looked away, shrugging. "Anyway...Thought you should know..." She finished lamely and patted Elvis, then she returned to her abandoned bedroll and started packing up her stuff, it was time to get started on breakfast.
I'm assuming it's morning since everyone's up. Oh crap, I seriously rolled a 1 for breakfast. I'm blaming emotional trauma!
Carnegie stabbed ferociously at the fire, muttering to herself. She then went and fetched some water, when she returned, the bugs she had been grilling had turned charcoal black. She angrily blew some hair out of her face and grimaced. Then she angrily cut the things to pieces and served it anyways, she handed everyone a plate except for Luc, then she plopped down and ate in silence.