Gabriel gives an amused snort. Self-sufficient. He likes that. Sam may want to dress his deer and take time to cook it, but the dragon is just as happy to dig in as-is. But he waits, until Sam has some meat cut and ready to roast over the fire he'd managed to build.

"The winds are cold and dry enough. Give it a day or two and you can have enough rations to get you further down than just the scraggly trees."

He stretches, resting his muzzle on folded forelimbs. "So what brought a big ol' human like you into the insane world of hunting?"