Blacktail Deer Plateau deliver me from worry

Forrest took a step back and tried to meet the flame's warm gaze, Then eat. Memories can't kill you but starvation sure can. It was said with a kind voice, though a bit louder than it had been before; she knew that the energy you put out into the world was what prospered, and she was tired of allowing this melancholy mood swell. There was a welcoming grin on her maw, though her ears remained flattened. 

You must be a good hunter. Better than me, at least. Edit: The conversation continued from there, albeit less naturally than Forrest might have wished. All is well that ends well, she thought to herself, knowing that the flame would some day find herself again.