Vesper chewed then swallowed, "That's what I'm hoping to find! I need to make a pair of mittens and rabbit fur lining would be wonderful." She sighed whistfully. It wouldn't matter the color, just the fact they would be warm was the key. "My father was good at traps. Me? Not so much, though I'm hoping-" Praying, "That I have luck today. Just one rabbit." The meat could be prepared for a family who just lost their father figure in the Tawa.
"Av - Vesper," Vesper smiled encouragingly and gestured to the berries, "They were dried earlier this year, black berries. The bears seem to avoid this one spot and while I'm not sure why, we take advantage." And with that she ate one to show they were perfectly fine. "Well, that's my word, I guess. Lockotian? I've lived here all my life save for college. I came back just in time for the Pulse. How long have you been here, Orion?"