Lula nodded. She'd been trailing after Orion like a loyal puppy, eagerly soaking up the new information. Now she said, "Yes, but not here. The predators know this is a sanctuary, they won't hunt within a mile of the pond."
She was holding a potato, turning it over in her hands. She sniffed at it, then darted her tongue out to lick the surface.
She recoiled slightly, scrunching her face up. "Are you sure this is good to eat?" she asked him. "It mostly tastes like dirt."