Herbalists' Cache Just dance; gonna be okay

The sea. Reverie hid her confusion in gratitude. Thank you, She murmured, resolving then to eat less than she needed while they traveled and perhaps leave Blossom with Lestan for a time to contribute to the hunting effort. A child, without the support of a pack! How had they ended up here?
But their daughter — isn't that strange? — seemed nearly old enough now to be started on meat herself, if only a little. She certainly had teeth, which Reverie silently lamented often, though she was surprisingly gentle with them for one so young.
We should do that, then. Travel more, Reverie was studying him, all the ways he had changed. She saw in him a new sadness, something that seemed to have made a permanent home with him. Had she done that? Or was it something else entirely? She reached out hesitantly to touch him, a light and passing brush that set her heart to racing. When we get there... should we look for a pack, or choose our own place? Could they sustain a place of their own? She realized immediately that if they were to try, she would need to do more. Be more. She could not let Lestan carry this burden by himself, whether she remembered what had brought them here or not.