Silver Moraine Hiraeth

Food was an absolute promise. Or rather, a necessity. Perhaps they'd be able to find something between now and whenever they ended up wherever it was that they were going. She was no gamekeeper or master hunter, but she could follow directions easily enough and knew how to help herd something tasty towards someone who knew better how to end it. There was a reason why she hunted plants. They didn't move and ending their life was just as easy as ripping them out of the ground. Far easier. Sometimes just as messy.

Her opportunity to speak was quickly eliminated as a young male joined them. She bristled instantly. It seemed this pack was riddled with males... and healers. Her lips pursed. Reek himself was barely passable at such a subject and now this one wished to dabble in her art!? "Better to leave the herb finding to someone who better knows what they are looking for then. Would hate for you to get all excited to find something only to misidentify it and end up dead." Or he could go ahead and there would be one less pretender in the world. His choice.

She huffed. A puff of air expelled from her nostrils in the sheer annoyance of the situation. One male healer she might could tolerate, but definitely not a babe dabbling in potions. There would be words. But for now Nochtli had suggested removing themselves from the present situation which sounded like a damn good idea lest her temper fly off the handle and ruin their chances with this pack.

"An excellent idea, dear sister," she said, her words clipped as she took a few powerful strides forward. "If nothing else we can at least find an afternoon snack to tide us all over." Something they could hunt for real would be better, but beggars could not be choosers, now could they?