Blacktail Deer Plateau simmer

"always," sorcha laughed, though she was unnerved by the darkness smeared around antigone's eyes. "i figured we could stop here for the night, maybe hunt." hunting. frogs, birds, weasels, stoats, fish, worms, grubs, carrion, new berries — she had sickened from those — had all made their way down the gullets of the two, and it was not enough.
he was skinny and so was she. it was becoming harder to recover from exhaustion, easier to sink into it.
she pawed the earth.
"we might need to — look for help." her tone was reluctant. "see if we can find someone to hunt with us."