Blacktail Deer Plateau Searching for a Pigment of truth beneath my skin

She gratefully took one of the ducks, giving Lunaria a lick on the cheek in thanks.
"The storms cannot last forever. It is not the way of nature. Spirit insists that the rains will stop soon, my moonbeam." 
The endearment was a recent thing, within the last few days of their travels. 
"For now, this cave is warm and dry, my wound is almost healed, we have food, and plenty of carcasses to scavenge, and we can wait here."