Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

These were good questions. Ibis hadn't thought too hard on anything since taking herself to the marsh, being solely focused on her own survival for so long - and then the task of finding Okeanos - that the gradual shift of her lone-wolf tendencies to something more pack-oriented had somewhat overwhelmed her.

Sarah's question earned a pause as the girl thought of a response. Then, Mostly small birds, sometimes squirrels and little things, but they're harder to find lately. I caught some frogs earlier but they seem to have gone away. To the east is a lake that I might investigate, check for fish -- but then there was the task of actually fishing, and that wasn't something Ibis had been trained in. Luckily in the days to come, she'd meet a friendly stranger willing to teach her.

Its been enough for me, but with more mouths to feed I'm not sure what to do. Ibis admits, her ears flicking sidelong atop her head in concern.