Hushed Willows Nourishment for all

Lark started to take the food gently whilst Shikoba gazed at her calmly. The scarred wolf couldn't imagine the pain it was for the little girl, but only feared the worst. She soon wondered about the three boys, how were they holding up in the famine? Before se could go deeper into thought, her eyes wandered back to Lark and saw that only a little bit of the food was taken (to Shikoba's perspective). Now the native was no glutton by any means, but knew very well that food = life. She could always hunt for more anyways, so one fish for just one pup wasn't going to hurt.

Settling down into a laying position, Shikoba give Spur a reassuring smile. "Shikoba can hunt more. Lark can eat more." Slowly her words were forming somewhat complete ideas and sentences, mostly from hearing others speak and paying close attention to their pronunciation and such. Nudging a few more pieces towards Larkspur with her nose, the druid hoped that they would grow up healthy and normal. With all her heart she prayed that the children weren't too affected by the famine, though it looked like the gods disowned her.