Blood is Thicker

Larisa followed Manea away from the hot pools towards the campsite. "Yes, I also had some difficulty with prey not long ago, although feeding one is easier than many. Things seem to have returned to normal now, though. It should not be too difficult, if you have good hunters." As Larisa finished, they drew up to the cart, and they inspected its contents. "Ah, I need not have said anything," she remarked, as she saw that they had indeed been busy. The smell of meat drifted down and made her mouth water, and they were well stocked with furs for bedding. Strewn about the cart were other numerous bags and items, but Larisa could see that the main bulk of the band's belongings were loaded for easier transport. To Larisa, the cart seemed bulky and heaped haphazardly, and it seemed like it would be difficult to move around...but perhaps she was being too picky, for the sake of it. "I think- that...it looks ok to me." Despite Manea's invitation to provide advice, Larisa felt it was too early now to step on any toes, and bit her tongue before she could say what she really thought. "I can help in building up food stores. I have not hunted with a pack for some time now, but I can be of assistance, if there is one planned soon. How much more you can carry and how much you need, I do not know; but I'm sure you have some sort of a plan." Larisa felt pleased with her offer, even if it was delivered with a hint of passive-aggression. She felt purposeful again, to be ensuring the developing strength of her family, even if it was from an altered position.