Dirge is there, squinting at the tiny tent and the even tinier sleeping bags. He's already picked up Cody's and slipped it over a talon, admiring it like a weird full-finger ring.

"What are these things for?" he asks, wondering if this is where Cody will be hiding the food. If that's the case, such a flimsy structure will be no match for Dirge tonight when everyone else is sleeping, muwahaha~