"Stop pickin' at it, yer jus' makin' it worse." He stated firmly when you began dragging your nails across the gore-y scabbing tear of flesh that sat on your arm. For one reason or another you hadn't lost your mind yet despite the zombie bite. You had more violent and monster like tendencies of course, you had a hard time controlling yourself and became more like a stereotypical zombie whenever you were hungry, but when your hunger was satiated, you were practically normal and he enjoyed your company. He huffed and unclipped your muzzle, tore off a strip of the rabbit that he had tied to his horse, and handed you the bloodied chunk of the rabbit

"Yer getting crabby, eat your fill, we'll sleep and then keep going in the morning. That sound alright with you?" He asked before handing you the rest of the rabbit, despite your lack of an answer he began tugging out his flint and steel. After finding it he walked off to the small nearby grove and set to work on finding good dry wood to start a camp fire to rest around for the night. When he returned, the sun was low in the sky and streaked the horizon with golden hues and swirling pigments to signal the end of the day. Along with firewood he returned with more small animals for the two of you to eat before sleeping, though he made sure to get you extra in case you woke up hungry in the middle of the night. He'd already had close encounters with waking up to find you practically drooling over his neck as you prepared to take a bite. He'd shoved you back and held you down for a while till his horse got close enough for him to grab a squirrel out of his saddlebag and cram it into your mouth.

"Think that'll hold you over till mornin'?" He asked after calling his horse over and rummaging around in his bag to find smaller animals and game to toss over to you