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From what she knew of their population, Awol would certainly enjoy such a trip. Bhediya not-so-much perhaps, as she was older than most of them, and as she was small like Ibis, the two women would not be happy in the north. Running through the rest of them: Reiko and Kavik both seemed well-suited for it, but — she didn't get much further in her thoughts than that, as Pygmalion branched off to another topic rapidly and the transition distracted her.

Soon the last of the leaves would be stripped from the Emberwood. Some of them retained their leaves even as winter approached, but they were few and far between, and the frost would ruin the color even so. Yes, this place will be mostly bare. It will be disappointing. She remarks as she follows Pyg's gaze, and then trails alongside him with eyes watchful of the boughs. My only hope is that, come spring, everything resets. The forest, the food—if we make it. A grim thought, but a realistic one. Just how long could they survive here without having to move again?