As Alasayana's teeth sunk into the flesh of the creature, it let out one final hoot before finally going limp. It merely twitched a few times afterwards, before stillness completely took it. This did allow the goddess to get a sense of the texture of its meat and the possibility of any toxins. The neck meat was definitely fairly tough, but it also did not appear to be poisonous in any way.

From some distance away, the others of its kind peered through the foliage. Several let out more of their melodic hooting, before disappearing from view again.

Already, it seemed her hunt had caught some notice, the distance sight of what appeared to be several birds alighting on the trees far above, watching as she dragged it back to the others. A few stranger, glassy-winged creatures seemed to drift above as well, keeping track of her movements.

When She reached the others, and Flora was asked about poison and her diet, the small, pale girl fidgeted slightly as she clutched at Ashte's horns.

"I d-don't think so?" she began, "Um, they're..."

She trailed off. She'd never seen what some of her food looked like before being prepared, and Sir Oren had never shown her what it looked like when he hunted.

"Um, oh I... I don't think I would do... any of that..." she added to Ashte's line of questioning. She wasn't sure exactly why Ashte was worried about any of that, but she must have had a reason. Flora herself had never experienced any of these things happening to her, and thus she had to assume they couldn't. But when Aureia raised the matter of fire, the little priestess perked up.

"There's a plant!" Flora declared, "U-um... S-Sir Oren showed me, er... it's... there's something that comes out of the flowers that makes lighting fires really easy..."

Raising her hands, she appeared to try illustrating a conical, hanging shape, gesturing slowly.

"They hang down from big vines."

Meanwhile, O'Menus's search would not prove unfruitful. It seemed as if one of the large trees had fallen, creating a small clearing in the forest. It was mattered with hanging vegetation, secularly leaning against another, even larger dead tree that seemed just as likely to never budge. This created something of natural, partial shelter.

Surrounding it were numerous mushrooms of various sizes, and from atop it several long, grey-furred mammals with sinuous bodies and tufted ears peered at him curiously.

Perhaps it would be best to make certain such an ideal spot was safe, first, however...

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