Silver Moraine I'll learn the names of all the termites that eat my wooden teeth.

She continued to agonize about her own misery, noting with a slight curl to her lip when the stranger spat. Very un-ladylike, she thought, but she supposed she'd just puked in front of a complete stranger so neither of them were afforded much dignity in this situation. The suggestion to go elsewhere was met with a nod, and a gesture of her muzzle. "Patht the treeline, at the edge of the mowaine," She said, standing, and shaking some of the dripping, dusty water from her pelt. "Might be leth bugth there," She said with a hopeless shrug, and began to trudge off in that direction, moving more carefully now that she'd learned a lesson in haste. "But yah- fuck thith plathe," She agreed emphatically.