Snowforest Taiga Breath of Terramorphous

Her face fell flat. Yes. Plants. That's just about the only thing she was good at. Oh. And blood. Cleaning up blood. Causing blood. A growl escaped her throat; a deep guttural sound that rattled down to her core. If she ever got a hold of that little dip shit there would be tons of blood. Tons of causing it. Tons of cleaning it. Aw shit. Now she was itching in anticipation. They better stumble upon him fast.

"Who cares what it's called, just eat it," she snapped, frustrated for a number of reasons. Tired. Hungry. Exhausted. Sick of wandering around without a home. Truth be told, she was glad she and Nocht had stuck together in this little excursion. She was fairly certain if she'd done this on her own she'd have already gone insane. "Lucky for you, that root is brown. Eat up."

Citali gnawed at the tangle of twig. It was bitter. It was awful. Like most good things, it was hard to stomach, but she forced it down anyways. "Not worth it," she said between bites."Dipshit probably tastes like shit." She worked at another end of the root, softening it up. "Be'er off cat'hing er 'abbit." Ugh! But a nice bone sounded sooo good right now. Man what she wouldn't give for a good femur.

"Fuck this. No. It's all terrible." She lowered her head to the ground, tucking her nose beneath a paw. "The ground is so cold..." she groaned. "I can't find anything sweet or juicy or succulent as things were back home." She wasn't sure that was something she'd ever be able to come to terms with. "Finish that so we can find us something real."