Sun Mote Copse you woke the world inside of me

If she were a cartoon, a lightbulb would have lit over her head when Waat enunciated the word in a more exaggerated fashion. At least she got the word right, although the explanation made no sense to Odessia.
"What goods are you talking about?" she asked.
Odessia could think of nothing she wished to trade for anything. Food was only killed if she could eat it; scavengers took care of the rest. Even back in her pack of origin, they had returned to their kills several times to pick off the remnants for themselves. She was reminded of the strange wolf had been collecting fruit to turn into poison. The wolves in this area were truly another level of deranged. Would Odessia, too, become riddled with strange ideas and habits if she remained her and continued to drink the water? She would have to keep a good hold on herself and not let that happen.
"No real plan where I go next, just following wherever my feet take me. Usually that means toward food or water. You know, the stuff needed to survive until tomorrow. I thought this would be the part where you try to recruit me," she said.
After all, that was how these things usually went.