Conquest nodded and leaned forward, testing one of the shrubs. It was dry and prickly and not very appetizing, but it was food. He ate only a little, so to not ruin the source of food for the other herbivores in the family. The water, he lapped gratefully from for a moment, cooling his dry, burning throat. Again, he tried not to overdo it - there were three others to account for.

"Yes, we will have to constantly move. Nowhere is truly save, hm." He licked his lips and looked around, beginning to search for some kind of cover or shelter that the Apocalypse could move into next. He did find something, although it wasn't much. A shallow dip in the rock, protected from the words of the winds on the side and from aerial predators above. It was no cave, for sure, but it would have its use.

"This is not bad. Perhaps here we will move." An idea suddenly sparked at his head, as he imagined returning to the family to find them hungry and thirsty, too weak to move. "Death. Could you create a mushroom that is a cup in shape? So that we may take a little water back to them before we move proper?"