Silver Moraine Hiraeth

Nochtli was quick to join the impromptu pity party with a much needed interjection of humor. The mood immediately lightened and the synonym sisters were soon in full effect, rattling off any word that could possibly describe the bleak landscape that stretched before them. Mustering a weak smile, Reek stole a welcoming glance at Nochtli before the expression faded back to his resting bitch face while the two continued to trade synonyms back and forth like a couple of cartoon characters.

But after they had finished, Nochtli mentioned something that caught a hold of Reek's attention. A forest east of the Moraine. While it may have been torn apart in the storm (just like everywhere else had), pressing on was worth a shot. Craning his neck, he looked to Nochtli with gratitude in his eyes. "That's where we're heading," he assured, playing it off. "I promise Citali, no mountains— I'm tired of herb runs being an all day affair. Wherever we settle, that'll be a must." If the forest was as bountiful as Nochtli said, growing whatever they wanted would be no problem. Pressure's on.

With the storm driving the prey away, the constant rumbling in Reek's stomach had become common place. Given enough time, his already gaunt frame would waste away into nothing. At this point, Reek would have at least tried with one of Citali's dreaded porcupines. "But, no matter where we go... Food is yes," he continued. Hopefully the forest Nochtli referred to wasn't too far away. They could track back, rouse the pack, and be on the hunt in hours.