Mudminnow River obscura

Oh, now he was curious? She blinked at the lighter man maybe twice before pulling a trick out of his book and answering with a single word, Enough. After all, she had tried to involve him before, he had in a way said no, and so she would see what he'd do when the tables were turned. It was enough for a pack. It was enough to survive. And though in the end she would have preferred larger numbers, she would take the ones she had, the ones she was happy to command.

With Holland she continued as she had been previously. Perhaps as if they hadn't been interrupted in the first place, We've seen it be worse than a normal year previously. We should be fine, even if the world desires going sideways again. She would do what was needed to survive, such was the way of the wilds, and Arbiter wasn't going to fight reality -- it was much easier to adapt than to fight in this case. What is your craft?