Redhawk Caldera days turn blue to grey

Raven grinned, pleased that her father seemed so receptive to the idea. She wasn't sure at all if her idea would work, but somehow in her youthful mind it did make sense.  At least chicory wasn't harmful, though, so if she was wrong the worst thing Dud would end up with was a nasty taste in his mouth.

"I have a little," she answered, indicating the small cluster of dried chicory plants she had stored in the little badger den. "But it's better if it's still green though. We might can still find some if we look!"  She knew this particular plant grew well in grassy areas, and their packland was basically one gigantic grassy area. The cold weather would have likely killed most of the wildflowers in exposed areas, but in wooded areas, they could probably still find some.