Hey Caribou-bou, How About That Pick-I-Nic Basket

Senka lay stretched out on the ground superman-style. Her chin was resting on the cold rock and her forelegs, which were bent under her, had long since fallen asleep. It was comfortable, honest. Or the next best thing for someone who was too out of sorts to make it better. Having been unable to find a supplier of any sort for several days now, Senka was unwillingly sober. She was weathering the sickness that came with her "condition" quite poorly if she were being honest, but she was trying. It was just hard.

Her head tipped to the side as she caught sight of a stranger watching the same herd of caribou she'd had her eye on for awhile now. She hadn't thought she'd had a chance at one alone so she was mostly just daydreaming, but the male looked interested and that gave her an idea. "Say, stranger, you want one of-" Whoa, too loud. Volume down. "Sorry. One of those bucks - is it bucks? caribo- never mind - I'll help so long as I get my fair share."