"They are not, I assure you," by way of finishing her sentence. He crossed his arms at her question, though, bringing one hand to his chin and tapping it thoughtfully as he considered.

"Normally I would say a cart or some such, hauled by a beast of burden." He motioned around. "I see none in ready supply, however." He looked around their surroundings. "Perhaps, between the two of us, we could haul it back, if we could find a strong pole or branch and twine to secure its legs." He'd seen hunters accomplish something similar, after all. How hard could that be?