Stone Circle do not speak as loud as my heart

After a drink, the girl seemed in much better spirits - until, abruptly, she didn't.

Why bad? Hell if he knew - some things were for eating, and something just weren't. Day had found that crickets and worms didn't taste too awful, and that sometimes he could dig up fat, white grubs that were alright to eat. Mostly, though, he tried to steer clear of bugs. Most of them were nasty, and some of them were downright dangerous.

"Can't say," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Bugs are just bad, okay? Wolves don't eat them."

It wasn't the whole truth, but she could learn when she was older. It wouldn't do to confuse her and have her eat something that'd make her sick.