"No." Tana said. His reply was short but there was concern in his eyes.
He put the metal arrowhead, pried from the broken arrow shaft in the beasts side, in a pouch on his belt, along with a knife. He picked up his bow and stood, wincing a little. His back would hurt for a few days, but nothing that wouldn't heal on its own. "We should move before anything else comes sniffing around." He said. He'd sat upwind of the Leeska's carcass, the scent of blood and death was bad enough but this had a nasty, poisinous tang.
"Are you well enough to go far Rig?" Tana said, looking to the lizardfolk. Almar had seemed to think he'd be alright, but Tana wasn't so sure, and he didn't trust Almar too much yet. Bad enough to have one danger too look out for He thought with a slight frown.