Stavanger Bay Dance around

Thistle strode from her make shift den and looked around. She sighed audibly at the destruction towards the east that caught her eye. It was depressing really, but they were doing well. Bending her back she began to trek onwards and inwards. Looking for something to eat, many of their caches torn asunder by the destruction. They would need to definitely fill them soon. Winter and fall would be upon them before they knew it. She turned about and continued on, her nose to the ground eyes ahead of her. Her children needed food and she'd be darned if they wouldn't get something.