Whitefish River girlie, who are you?

@Lavender

It was a melody that Forrest had learned when she was just a kid herself but one that tasted just as smooth, no matter how old. She hummed the ditty as she padded along the run of the river, her eyes watching for anything to temporarily sate her hunger. Most little things had hidden themselves away, but Forrest wasn't enough to go after anything too large, thus she would have to settle for a few winter berries, provided she could find them.

They were gonna make her feel alright until she could make it to that pack she was en route to, at which point she'd probably start to feel a pretty shitty. Literally. Forrest silently prayed that they would have at least one healer with a fleshed out herb cache. Otherwise, things could get messy.