Kaya's stomach growled loudly, reminding her they hadn't eaten in... she'd lost track. Too long.
"Tomorrow," she said quietly, "we hunt. Or forage. Whatever we can manage."
"There are fish in the creek," Cutie murmured sleepily. "I saw them when we were looking for the plant."
"Fish. Good. We can work with that."
"And there are berry bushes about a quarter mile downstream," Veer added. "I smelled them earlier."
"Even better."
Kaya shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. Her entire body ached. Her clothes were still damp. She was cold, hungry, and exhausted.
But they were alive.
They had shelter. Water. A plan for food tomorrow.
And for tonight, that had to be enough.
"Kaya?" Cutie's voice was very small in the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think... do you think they're still looking for us?"
Kaya was quiet for a moment, considering how to answer. She could lie, offer false comfort. But that wasn't who she was.
