Bramblepoint under pregnant skies she comes alive like miss leviathan

"there," lasher motioned with a sweep of his muzzle toward the ridge of mountains west of the pair. "i took a hunting party there. we found nothing but bare land and dirt, but the earth is healing. and there is a notable absence of established packs. i shall go back once this famine lifts."

in truth, the druid despaired of ever seeing the ruminants return, or the verdancy of the land. he had fallen into a sort of half-hearted veneer of hope, but it was a facade quickly crumbled by the reality of their place in this situation.