That was a scenario he understood all too well. Sanzo was perhaps far more familiar with such a lifestyle than any other human living in a better functioning society. Just himself, a few others, and the tremendous untamed wilds, simply getting by and surviving.

"Certainly eating enough of those before letting anyone else have any," He says with a bemused snark. Watching as she manages to grab yet another wayward frog who just happened to cross her tail's path. Well, that was one less frog to infest the cabins, he supposed. "Just 'cause I'm hunting these down for everyone to eat doesn't mean that you can start digging in before anyone else gets to them-- Ability to digest them raw or not."

With that, he looked down at her belt with interest.

"You have another knife?"