OOC: Since Sansuki's waiting for inspiration to strike, we'll move on anyway. Its fine to mourn Cyra, but remember the Universe of Duamutef has definite reincarnation of souls, and relatively high death rates due to depredation.<br/><br/>The next morning dawns bright and clear, revealing a remarkably small number of surviving girls amongst the monstrous population. On the positive side, the array of rich fertiliser left nearby will allow any new girls the tribe might collect to easily grow some of their own food, in the relative safety of the nearby area.<br/><br/>“Ahem,” the harpy matriarch says to the small group of you. “I hope you all had a wonderful night, and have settled into your new homes. We're done with the clearing-out, and the new houseplant-seeds you've gathered have been planted,” she smiles, “and well-fertilized. We've moved closer to the river, which may bring us into greater conflict with the Blackscale tribe across it. It'd be wonderful if we could establish some more peaceful relations, but somehow they just don't seem to like Whitefeathers, and we definitely don't want them setting up on this side of the river.” She pauses. “They'd eat all the girls, those greedy-guts.”<br/><br/>“There's also a nearby girl-village that's encroaching on our forest. I know most of you think they're nothing but snacks, but they<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>be dangerous in numbers, if sufficiently roused. Since we're somewhat depleted, we're going to take an aggressive approach to this village, make a feast of them and restoke with the leftovers – ideally, we'd like to do it all at once, to avoid any tiresome militarization or herobreeding on their part. I think it'd be useful for you to scout the village, and learn a bit about them – you should be able to blend in well enough, and maybe make a meal or two of some of the more difficult girls.”