Lost Creek Hollow Food Glorious Food

Though Ilya consented to her suggestion with a nod, the black gal made no advance on the rabbit. In truth, Andalusia was having second guesses on eating the hare herself. Not that she didn't need the nourishment - she still leaned on the slighter side, something she worked to amend with winter approaching. But if they planned to hunt, eating now would not be the wisest idea. "I'm having second thoughts. How about we cache the hare and save it for later? It'll be easier to hunt when there's an edge of hunger spurring us on." She didn't fancy the cramps that would come from working too quickly after a meal, either, even if the food only gave the energy of a snack.

With their morning task secured, Andalusia stood and lowered her torso to the ground in a long and quivering stretch as Ilya spoke. She supposed there was a certain prestige that came with being one of the first to the Hollow, but there was more in being the niece of the Alpha, or so she decided. Still, a light smile stretched her mouth, and as the Ostrega rose, she turned her bright gaze on the other woman again. "Perhaps." There was always the chance that Ilya had seen Harlyn in passing, though with the size of the Hollow, it wasn't impossible that the two had simply never crossed paths before. "She's a good wolf. If we see her, I'll make sure you're introduced. Now about that hunt. Are you much of a fisher?" She had a hard time ignoring the swell of fish in the Hollow's central fall. Salmon weren't big, but they came in abundance, and would at least provide some fun in trying to catch them.