Moonspear the dragon's back rent asunder

sure!

She tried not to stew, or sulk, but it was not easy when she was feeling so wounded -- and not even directly from injury to her. Seeing the mountain laid to such awful waste like this, stripped of all green, then topped off with a lingering hunger no matter what was a weighty toll to bear for far too long. She willed it to pass, for her to persevere, and for nature to be able to rebuild itself sooner rather than later. None of it was easy, though, especially as the moments slid away and the trail underfoot remained cold.

When she did finally catch the sound of approaching footfalls, it was not of the prey sort but was welcome all the same. Her tail mustered a few small wags at the sight of him and soon after, she nodded with a quiet "Sure." that paired with a sigh. She nosed briefly into the fur of his chest before turning her sights towards something new. "Especially since it seems this is not doing any good," she murmured as she prepared to shift course and focus away from the depressing dead hunting. "And I suspect you have not had any better luck," she arced a brow casually, but really did not want to spend much time on that subject. It only felt necessary to cover fleetingly at best before she could fully conclude those efforts for today.