Furiosa opts to wait on answering that question until she returns from the hunt. She relinquishes the meat and drink without hesitation, and only a warning murmur of, "My shot hit it in the throat. I think I got the shrapnel out, but don't bite down on the neck or head too hard unless you don't care about the metal."

Which is possible. In any case, there's probably no more than a fragment or two in there, if that, but Furiosa isn't quite a brilliant enough huntress to just pluck this kind of creature off the ground and snap its neck. Lizards and snakes, yes. Running mammals, no.

She steps back a little when the strange Mother rips the belly of the animal open so easily. It's alarming, but Furiosa looks less like she's shocked and more like she just doesn't want to get the blood spray on her own clothing. She doesn't blink or flinch at the gory feast, only watches with a curious tilt to her head. It's not the first time she's seen someone just rip into a raw carcass, and given where she comes from, she's seen people eating other humans, and so...it's an unpleasant sight, but not horrific to her. Just a hell of a messy meal, really.

Actually, she's halfway waiting to see if the whole thing, skin and bones and all, will be consumed.

Hailing back to the earlier question, she says, "We were attacked by raiders when I was little. My tribe. My mother and I were stolen, and she didn't survive for long. And so I didn't hear about my family's doings for a long time. It was less the attacks that caused the problem than the land dying around them. With no Green to hide in, no crops growing, their way of life had to change. And now it's only me that's left, and two others. For now."