Billy eyed the rabbit meat longingly, rubbing his hands together. "If you insist." He replied sarcastically, pulling out his huntingg knife and jabbing it into the meat. Drawing it closer, he sliced off a chunk of it and shoved the rest to Jake. He used his knife as a fork, cutting off large sections of his portion and quickly eating it. Once he was finished, he twirled the knife in his fingers before tossing it beside him blade first so it stuck out of the earth. Leaning back against the saddle again, he played with the small bones a bit, weaving them between his fingers then flicking them into the fire.
Westwood jerked his head around, perking his ears at the mare. "Heh, hi. Nice ta meet you, too." He bowed his head again, swatting some pestering flies from his flank with his tail.