Lake Rodney With every small disaster

Fennec continued to wrack her brain as she dug.  There was a type of root... she could not remember its name but she recalled the scent.  Slight spice, slight must.  None here, but maybe further back, among the trees?  She began to backtrack when she heard someone approach and her awareness skyrocketed.

Fennec's lip lifted defensively when they spoke despite their tone.  She could instantly tell that the sweetness was put on.  

Freezing, but if you like that kind of thing.  She answered, choosing to keep going.  She needed these supplies, fuck whoever this was.  But she paid careful attention as she began digging again.  What do you want?