Broken Boulder Crucible of Broken Blouder

Leila nodded affirmation of the suggestion. They had better get as fast as possible to a lake, river, or anything. It was a great way to  replenish thirst, clean wounds, and stumble across multiple vegetations.

After she thought a moment, she recalled a lake she had come across on her way to that specific section of woods. It was lush and full of life, where she had gone to hunt prior for the fish. She hadn't looked around and taken notice of any specific plants, so she couldn't be sure if the ones she would need would even be there or not. They relied on hope, and with hers, she hoped the materials she would need would indeed be at the creek bed that sprawled from the body of water.

"Westward, right?I was there fishing, not too long ago. That way."

Muzzle pointed west, she began the trek forward. As she travelled, she wondered...how dire was it for her to risk her own life for these pups. The woman knew she wouldn't deny such a thing, as the oppertunity was right before her, but what of Redmoon? Was she meant to be here with him? If fate made it happen, who was she to tear it apart. She enjoyed life, and for anything to try ruining it for anyone, was taboo in her mind.
These coyotes would get what they deserved.