Overture Downs Survival is my middle name

A chuff from her side, from Camlo, startled her. She turned to him, blinking at him curiously. Vhat now? She squinted. That's why he led them here, right? To join a pack? No matter how much either of them despised the idea, it was better than just holeing up in a cave for the rest of the winter.  After the winter passed, when the cold ended, they could leave. 

No, 'e eesn't Camlo, She said sarcastically, her normal eye rolling in disdain. Who else could she be referring to? There was no one else there. Gadjos were so idiotic and thick-headed. 'e's just hungry. Ve both are. She was barely skin and bones to begin with, and he was just as thin as her. They would not survive the winter by themselves.