"Deer takes all damn day, too, sometimes." For now, she pockets the fat, mistrusting her ability to oil up anything sharp while walking. (It's only a little bit, not enough tallow to fry up anything in, and yet she can't help but think it could have better use than greasing an arrowhead. If they get this boar, then they'll be repaid several times over, of course - but until they get it, using up anything edible on anything besides eating is going to feel a little dangerous. A risk she might've discounted, before Hershel, and now finds herself weighing, even when it's unreasonable.) "You don't want to know how long I was out there before I killed the last one I got."

Not as long, though, as this boar of his, apparently. "Did Aaron go on ahead?"