"No way! I'm not telling you where they are!" Lorelei screeched, drawing Sioux's ears to flatten against her head. The she-cat was many moons older than her, not that she ever acted like it. To prove the point, Sioux could only watch as Lorelei flopped down on the ground, kicking up snow and dirt in her tantrum.

"Lorelei. We need to eat." Sioux said it like it was the most obvious thing, that Lorelei had finally picked up on how grave the situation they were in was. But the calico didn't, curling herself into a ball on the ground. Violently shaking her head, not sparing Sioux a glance. 

"Lizards don't fill you up much anyway." Lorelei countered, "Besides, if one of you eat the one I need for my collection, I will never forgive you." For as childish as she was, they knew Lorelei had the brawn to fight against the things she didn't agree with. Lorelei would have made a good hunter, but the prey she brought back ended up shredded between her razor like claws. And someone still had to eat it. Waste not, want not, and all that. They weren't in a position where they could refuse. But if Sioux could find where the lizards were, she may be able to find something. A warmer camp where the damp didn't cling to her fur hopefully.