Broken Antler Fen Cihiro

Though she was somewhat disapointed at his lack of usual wit and enthusiasm, Pearl couldn't help but snort at his drawling words. It was certainly a change to listen to all of her packmates now, as many's attitudes were either different or growing more into an annoying realist. She fell into either irritated grump or lightheaded giddyness with not much inbetween when the hunger pangs really hit her. For now she was in front of a packmate who wasn't well known to her, so she retained some of her control over herself. 

Her hunting skills had been affected only slightly, the only factor not allowing prey was the sheer lack of it. That and she was tired most of the time. She sat next to him, listening to his hunting recounts. It didn't look good at all, but the greenery would grow back in time. If they survived until that time came, however, was the real question. 

"All we can do is hope for the best, and wait until the plants grow again," she said with a sigh, as it really was all they could do. Unless there was a magic little cave that miraculously survived the unexpected invasion with unlimited fat rabbits hopping about that was around here somewhere that they could find. Her mind pictured the little heaven, which all it did for her was make her stomach angrily rumble at her. "Ugh, shut up." she said to it. Looking straight up, she let out a long, frustrated, "aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." Pearl titled her head to see Val. "Sorry. Just so ready for this to be over and for things to get back to normal."