there seems to be a lack of... acorns here

Marrow

Marrow had yet to decide how she felt about the summer's this far south. The heat was sweltering but at least her pale coat helped to reflect some of the sun. Even so, she soon found herself needing a retreat and she about shouted the Spirit's praises when she saw a forest up ahead. Marrow ducked beneath the cool, shady branches and flopped down on the grass. Her stomach growled. Her scavenging had yielded few results in the more arid parts of Boreas. Running low on energy also made it difficult to nail a successful hunt. What a pain… maybe if she just rested…

Chittering caught her attention and she looked up to see some angry squirrels. Oh for fucks sake…. grumbling to herself she got up to move, soon hearing a voice up ahead. Curious she wandered over to see a pale male and his companion doing something with willow branches. Oooo were they making something? "Hello, there. What brings you out this way? Gathering crafting supplies?"