Silver Moraine So peel away the bark

The mention of food did two things simultaneously. First, it made Saena's stomach rumble wantingly. Then it made her mouth feel wet and sour with nausea, so although she probably was hungry, the light-haired bitch shook her head. "Maybe water," she agreed, but the moraine was pretty much dry. They'd need to make their way down to the stream.

While ordinarily easily done, Saena felt unsteady even standing. She slowly got to her feet and swayed unevenly, but managed to stay on them for now. She would have to proceed very carefully under Nochtli's watchful eye or she'd have more than a headache and disorientation to worry about. Twisting or breaking an ankle would be the worst possible outcome.

She licked her dry lips and squinted as her head pounded. Her ears swiveled to lock on the tracker and only then did she manage a short laugh, followed by a wince. "Are you sure you don't wanna sing?" the alpha asked, and then broke into an impromptu round of, "oooh give me a hooome where the buffalo roaaaam," in spite of the throbbing in her temples that came with it. It kept her awake and probably mortified Nochtli, because Saena was a pretty awful singer herself. The humour in it was well worth the consequential pain.