Sun Mote Copse Jabberjay

"I wish I could tell you that I have," Wraen replied, turning to meet Eljay's gaze and seeing the same troubles had clouded his face. "But the large game seems to have left the area and I am trying to decide, whether we should get on the move now in the hopes that we catch up with them," what were the chances really? And how far could they get with children in tow, who were not used to long treks that required patience and endurance. 

"We will have to see, what is left here to trap," she said, not actually expecting Eljay to contribute to this line of thought, but feeling that she needed someone to listen, while she thought aloud. "Beavers, procupines, grouse, marmots. Any and all small thing we can get," it was a comforting list, yet she had a first hand experience in, what happened, when a pack exhausted resources. If the game did not return, they would metaphorically strip the earth bare.