Toth takes his battered hide to the proffered place, takes a few bites of food, then ravage oily devours his portion. Still chewing, he falls onto the sleeping pad and shivers himself to sleep.
When we wakes, he feels stiff, his new scars pulling on his skin unfamiliarly. He checks Ssilas, Garthon and Quarth are still (breathing?), er, functioning, and then he bounces around outside, singing lightly to himself (or loudly if there are kids watching), trying to get the blood flowing. He will scavenge replacement spears for his gun from anything abandoned or from the refuse pile, and then take a close eye to his speargun to make sure that it will continue to function.