The raid... had not gone in her favour at all. Not that anything otherwise was expected with her size. It wasn't the first, and probably wouldn't be the last time she found herself punted by a much larger opponent. What it did bring to light was how she had been neglecting her interest in plants. With winter well upon them, well, it was a bit late to be panicking. Still, she gathered up Mr Stink and they made their way south, through the desert terrain while the sun was still up and they weren't likely to freeze without Ghoul or Mac to use as a blanket.

The green wolf stood out against the pale sand, her movements jerky and disjointed. A scurry and a sudden stop to sniff at a smudge of green, a tip of her head and a turn of her ear before she was bouncing off to the next patch, her search punctuated with an occasional burst of bug chasing. Surely she could find something of use out here. She just needed to try and stay focused.

”Speech”  ’Thought’

It's time to raise the curtain

His legs were restless as he wandered west of the isle. Wanting to feel warmer weather, he headed toward where he knew the land of sand would lie. Not that he particularly cared to be around more sand than he already was, but the arid temperatures and barren landscapes hardly ever got as cold as his own home. With no true destination in mind, Gil wandered while his mind went over pack things. Menial stuff that he knew he needed to bring up at the next meeting. Traveling out here was definitely a much-needed break.

Something ended up breaking him from his reveries. Coming to a stop, he tilts his head as a small green form hops and scurries around the sandy landscape. His brow scrunched as he watched the tiny wolf. Clearing his throat, he follows along behind her slowly. "Need help?" Gil asks quietly in case she's hunting something particular.

"speech"