Emberwood Now there's nothing at all that can keep us apart.

Bhediya shook her head. There isn't much of anything. The prey had yet to return, and with winter approaching, she speculated that it would be a while before they did. A while ago, she continued, I met a hunting party from Lost Creek Hollow. Well, part of a party. Bhe recounted the boy who wandered the Foxlands. I could go and scope it out, maybe with @Awol. 

Their options were obviously limited. The tundra and coast were both too dangerous to scout but the valley and flatlands seemed to be depleted. Exploring the mountains meant risking a turf war, but it was unlikely that they'd have any luck, anyway. Bhediya felt hopeless without more to suggest.