Thankfully, the wildlife on the island was flourishing. She'd never seen this kind of nature in Seattle. It was grubby, rainy and full of cement.
When Tabitha looked for rabbits with her, Ptarah quietly whispered, "Wild offerings are always what have been used. My family tended the temple dedicated to Weres in Tripoli."
Smiling that the magical woman was interested in her reasoning, Ptarah also looked back towards where she'd found the first rabbit. "There was a temple for Magic users, as well," added thoughtfully. Ptarah did not want the pleasant Tabitha to be offended that she hadn't served her kind directly.