He playfully nudges his head across my chest and almost knocks me over. I pick the rabbit up and climb onto his back.

　　Once we have returned to our training area, he shifts back and dresses as I collect sticks for the fire.

　　'Do you want me to skin the rabbit, or do you want to do it?' Micah asks.

　　'You can get the rabbit ready. I'll get the fire started,' I smile.

　　He nods, picks up the dead rabbit and swiftly takes a cruddy knife from my boot.

　　'Hey!' I say.

　　Micah shrugs, 'Well, I'm not going to skin it with my teeth, am I?'

　　I laugh, 'Yeah, okay,...