Sun Mote Copse CMOT Dibbler

Wraen revealed that the food was meant for him (and Finley, too, probably), and Elwood smiled. It wasn't something she had to do, but the gesture was appreciated. Although the pack was small, they had grown tightly-knit in their time together. "Thanks," he replied earnestly.

He followed her gaze to look at Avery, who had paused at the sound of Wraen's voice and had politely turned back towards the adult. The sea glass was still in her mouth, so she nodded her head and murmured, "Mmhmm." A plaintive glance at her father revealed that she wanted to be excused so she could tend to her compendium, and when Elwood nodded, she darted out of sight.

"Sugar Glider is really into plants, but Avery's preference seems to be rocks," he said to Wraen as he settled down to take a bite out of the meal she had delivered. He swallowed, then said, "Have you noticed that large game seems to be a bit scarce?" Surely she had, since she, too, was a skilled hunter by trade.