Lost Creek Hollow Lynx

The moment Ash Paw revealed that she was in the process of making her own sacrifice to the gods, Esma's enthusiasm for her project disappeared. It had been so silly in the end. What did she know of, what gods actually liked? Compared to mom, who had had a lifetime of practice and who - Esma believed - had spoken to them personally. She hoped that no one would find the things she had collected and decided to scatter them the moment she was excused and allowed to leave. 

The mention of meat made her cast a questioning glance down at the fresh prey, who she would have rather ate herself. Surely gods had their godly food, so, why let it waste? Again - she scolded herself for such heretic thoughts. Her hunger before the matters of universe meant nothing at all. She would find lunch elsewhere and gladly not share it with anyone. She wanted to ask, what the time of Sos actually meant and why, but she felt as if she was supposed to know it already. Perhaps or rather - of course - mom had told them this at some point and she simply had missed it. Being busy, imagining things and keeping the stolen souls of items in check. 

"Not much," she shrugged, wishing that she could have come up with a more impressive answer. But she was not capable of lying convincingly either, therefore this ambiguous answer was neither a lie, nor a truth. "Do you need help?" she asked, before her mom managed to make further inquiries about her day.