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Rivers nodded at the plan, knowing himself that the idea was somewhat cruel and barbaric but there were few other options for them at the moment. Besides, he knew of at least a few members of their shipwrecked crew that would be less than helpful during their time of nee. To lose them for a few weeks due to illness, or even permanently from death, wouldn't hinder their survival. He took a few minutes to watch as Roswell bent down and picked a few of the berries before going back to his wood gathering.

Part of him could feel Roswell's eyes on him, and despite wanting to look back and meet those light blue eyes, he forced himself to keep focused on his task though his cheeks heated slightly. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about anything other than keeping them alive for the foreseeable future and despite being his incredibly active libido, that was not a priority. He looked up from his collecting at Roswell's words, looking up towards the trees as if they would bare fruit for them. "I dunno, but I bet if we keep searching we'll find someth--" He was cut off a loud animalistic snort and Roswell pulling him back behind the slightly taller male.

Right in front of them was a large boar and Rivers almost froze with fear, recalling some book he was forced to read in high school that mentioned pigs eating anything. Including human flesh. Green eyes flashed downwards at the sound of Roswell's knife clicking open, slightly surprised and impressed that he'd been carrying that around with him. He looked at the pile of sticks in his arms, fingers wrapping around the thickest and sturdiest one with the sharpest edge. "I've got a stick," he whispered back, keeping his tone low so not to startle or aggravate the boar in front of them. "Wasn't really planning on a fight. Sorry, Ross." He knew a stick wouldn't do too much damage, but even a wild animal would get stunned by just the right smack against the head.