Madara waited patiently, he sat there motionlessly, giving the impression that he was either asleep or dead, but he was none of those. He watched intently the girl as she lit up the flames, he could feel her chakra , but not all that well due to the fact that he was weakened and he wasn’t a sensor nin. However it was enough for him to realize that she had an unusual chakra, so he changed his plans that for when he will regain his strength, he will make use of her instead of disposing of her.
He simply nodded affirmatively when she brought the boar with her, a little relieved that she managed to bring a good meal, because he hadn’t eaten well for almost three weeks. “Good don’t waste any more time, make way to cook it under the fire” he demanded gruffly, the hunger that he had tried so hard to ignore, started gnawing inside of him even though he didn’t show a single emotion. He despised of his current disposition,to end up in such a state where he had to depend on someone, he loathed it.
"Cook it." An order. She would follow through with such an order. "Yes Sir" her reply empty of any emotion. She would never follow so..easily. But perhaps it was this man aura, as she kept telling herself, that kept her in place. She dropped the boar, went out and gathered more wood, to make a spit. Once she had set that up over the fire, she dragged the boar towards it and then knelt down, still somewhat close to the man, although she would have to walk a bit to actually touch him, if she needed to. But it mostly to keep herself in his line of sight.
She flipped the boar over onto it's back, her eye gazing upon the long sharp tusks it had, she adjusted herself so she could grasp the tusks, and with the foul chakra pulsing in her viens, snapped the tusks right off. She dropped them beside her and before incasing her hand within the chakra, to form the claw she came to despise. She instinctively reached to the back of her neck, and clawed at the skin, hard enough to draw blood over the newly healed wounds. A habit she had formed, anything to stop the voices. It quieted them for a few minutes at least. Without a second thought, she sliced the boar's belly, cutting the boar into different parts, not caring as the blood drenched her arm and some splatted on her cheek. She tossed the organs and such and then began to skin the boar's hide off. It took a couple of minutes, but once she was done the boar was speared on the spit and was cooking nicely.
Sumiko had washed off her hands and cheek of the blood and taken a seat by the fire, watching the boar cook. She fished inside the special hidden pocket inside her attire, pulling out the small book, it's spine was sewed together by thick leather string. She pulled out a an equally hand-made pencil and began to sketch lightly, her object to draw? The man with the thick menacing aura around him. She checked a few more times on the meat before it was finally cooked. She broke apart of the stick off and walked over to Madara, holding out the piece of cooked meat out to him.