"If you don't eat it, it goes bad," Cougar says, not really enjoying his sudden trip back to a time without refrigerators, but it's not like he hasn't been in the field in similar situations before. Only, back then, he had four other mouths to feed and they could all pack away a good deal of anything Cougar would hunt for them.

He nods, again, to encourage him to take it. "Not a problem to find something else," he assures. "I'm okay at hunting," he says, his understatement clear.