Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

She chuckled at his crack at scoping out potential territory. "I think the wolves in Hushed Willows would have something to say about that," she teased. "I've heard they're a very fierce pack." He mentioned food, and her stomach grumbled again, louder this time, audible. She lowered her head and laughed, abashed. "I agree. Food sounds great."

Qamar took off at a slow walk through the forest, looking over at her companion. "So what's life like by the sea?" she asked curiously. "Do you guys eat a lot of fish? Or. . .other creatures?" She had heard tales of strange animals that called the ocean their home; whether they were worth tasting and digesting, she had no idea.