Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

reyna stops dead in her tracks when she hears the sound of a thud and the crunch of snow that followed it. she stands still, and glances back at the source when it grumbles at her for food.

me? less of a question and more a tactic to intimidate. ..i'm no huntress nor gatherer, dear. she hisses. if you want elk then use your nose. if i did find food i wouldn't be able drag it to you anyways.

her own stomach growled at her, agreeing with nivis for the search for food. she caught a whiff of a carcass earlier, but she thought herself refined for something like rotten food — where the blood is no longer a brilliant crimson but muddy brown. but now, she is forced to. this world is cruel.