The Sentinels But then you make me crawl

"There isn't much greenery around and it will take another month or two for the plants to regrow," Osprey replied, but did not entirely dismiss the idea of herb gathering. With her knowledge about the edible roots and mushrooms, they may have that kind of hunt too. Yet another opportunity to teach her kids the essential survival skills from the very beginning. 

"Well, even a fucking lake may become useful one day," she shrugged, though the news that elsewhere was just as bad as here were not the kind she had expected to hear. "Kids are too small to walk either," Osprey agreed that moving was not an option for now. And the heightened emotional state of the pack was not a good environment to suggest a move. Even a justified one. Yet unlike Aria the elder was more practical - if she would have to leave for her and her family's sake, she would not let a personal attachment get in her way. No dead man was worth dying for. 

"Lasher was very fond of stories," she began after another pause. "When things look a bit brighter, we might have a story-evening in his honor. This would probably give people something else to think about than the most apparent and pressing problems."