winter forage

Having snapped off the cattails that stuck through the ice, Scylla made her way back to the group, tossing the stalks in a basket that lay there. The young fae's mismatched gaze shifted around them. Plants were difficult to find in all of the snow, but trees weren't. "There's a lot of river birch," she pointed out with one dexterous digit. "It's good for building and the sap is good for adhesive." It was something at least. "You can also use fresh, green twigs to make tea." Scylla needed honey in her tea though. Birch tea was very... grassy.

Keelin spoke and the slate girl nodded. "A good territory to claim. Greenery aplenty. Fish in the lake. Fresh water source. Prey will come to drink. Very wise." She didn't know how long she'd be here, but it would be a nice place to explore for a while, at least.

"Scylla Klein"