Dawnlark Plains Slightly broken's just what I need

She hadn't been out much to explore the full extent of the storm's damage. She wasn't much of a creature of the north. She preferred lingering within the shade of trees and blissfully pretending their world hadn't been tossed upside-down. Unfortunately, the grumble of her stomach was a constant reminder that reality was upon them. There was a number of corpses tossed around from the storm, but their was something about cold, stale meat that concerned her. She didn't know what kinds of rot or decay they might have accumulated as the air churned. She wouldn't touch them.

That meant she'd need something fresh. With a frown she realized her inability to hunt for herself (unless she got lucky) would likely be a heck of a lot harder now that everything had scattered and fled for cover. Anything in the storm path would likely be leery of those areas which meant herds they knew would have moved elsewhere. That was why she liked plants. They tended to stick to the same area and couldn't up and move overnight.

She and Nochtli had met up with the wolves formerly of Redtail Rise. When Saena slipped away, Citali lingered only to later follow the young alphena towards the nearby plains. The forest was lacking in anything worth eating. No doubt the presence of wolves warded them off. It was best to venture elsewhere and when she noticed the wolf with her nose to the ground, she assumed it was tracking of some kind.

Citali's stomach grumbled again, revealing her position as she tipped her head skyward and scented the air. Nothing. Or rather, not much. The air was still filled with a number of things. Soot. Pollen. The storm had uprooted a lot and it was still blowing around. She sneezed. Lifting a paw to her nose, she rubbed beneath it to fend off any future sneezes.