Lost Creek Hollow Who puts missiles in their lunch box?

She came when called, and gathered among the paltry few to hear out what their next plan of action was going to be. Jomyo might not have been here exceptionally long, but even with their lot whittled down to so few, she still felt her chances were better here loyal beside this little family than anywhere else in the vicinity--just as she had planned to be, even if winter was going to get off on a rough foot to start. Still, she was invested enough to see this through and gave Arbiter her attention without question.

It was a move based in need, and her sights were set on the goal most fit for survival. The Eizokusei faulted none of it, though. She agreed that they should go where the prey was, with the bonus of going where fewer packs were--then even better. It was too bleak here already, and the deeper the freeze got for the rest of the winter, the worse it was all sure to become unless something suddenly changed. Since she didn't have any major attachments to the creekside itself, and was well-accustomed to moving on to greener pastures when the need called, there would be no extra friction out of her today. I'm for it. Following the prey makes sense, she made small mention of, in agreement.