It's gone. It's all gone.

Reluctantly, Isa released her hold on Sirius and they somewhat parted ways. He went to tend to his task and she began sifting through the remnants of the food stores. A lot of it had already been waterlogged and had taken on a musty smell, but she could fix it.

Marshal was flying overhead and Isa called out to the vulture, asking him to come down so that she could make a request. The closest allied pack was Valta, she believed. Isa asked the bird to fly to Valta and bring back as much salt as he could carry. Meat stored in salt wouldn't rot. It would dry up and could be stored for a long time. She thanked the bird as he took the the skies once more. She'd be sure to save him some choice bits.

Once that was taken care of, Isa started tearing the meat into big chunks. She had gathered a bunch of somewhat dry wood and built a fire, though it took longer than usual. Once the fire was going, Isa looked about for the giant stone cauldron that she used for stew. Of course it was toppled upside down, but at least it wasn't broken. She couldn''t move it on her own, so the fae peeked into the storage den to call for Sirius. "Could youuuuu... help me with this, please? Put those big, strong muscles to use?"

"Speech"