Elizabeth is watching what is put into the pot with interest. She's a good cook, because the lycanthropes in her world that can't cook are few and far between. It's the high metabolism, and the constant need to eat because if it. But she's never seen anything like that before, nor has she ever cooked over a camp fire.

"My Pard has been intertwined with his Pack since before he became Pack." She tilts his head to the side a moment, going over times. "I want to say a little over two years now."