Moonspear the way with the blade of your melody

She had to look at this realistically. Even so, she couldn't foresee the future. "It is possible," she said, fully understanding that it was not the ideal fate that she starve. It could even be said that if the famine pressured them hard enough, they all could starve. However she planned to do whatever she could to prevent that much. She couldn't have her way if the pack wilted and died off beneath her; they were very much a part of her own well-being, after all. "But, also possible that things will improve sooner rather than later, and it will not need to be the case." she mentioned.

Greenery was returning. Now, all they needed was the prey to support them easily again. She hoped to see it happen by the longest days of summer -- if not sooner.