Blacktail Deer Plateau so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend

Eating seemed like an amenable compromise. Raleska tried not to take their failure to heart. Neither of them had wings, and Nieve had nearly been gravely injured. In a time where things were lean, and plants and food scarce, it seemed unwise to tempt the fates.

She nodded dully, ready to accept their change in plans. They could always try to discover more about this darkened den another day, from some other vantage... and eating always had a way of refreshing the mind so you could see problems from new, previously unseen angles.

"Good idea." Raleska smiled, walking and chatting alongside Nieve as they made their way towards their gradually thinning caches.