There's enough that she might get lucky and catch an interesting drop or two.

She bounds off towards the snow, then, zigzagging a little as she intercepts and dispatches any grass zombies she spots along the way. She's not wasteful. 

And among the snow corpses she receives one seed and another fur coat. Then the sun rises and the corpses stop coming.

And she returns to base. Adding the snow seed and the grasslands seeds to the cherry saplings that make the tiny foundation of their orchard-to-be is important, as is seeing if the forest spirit can wear the coat, because that sounds freaking adorable. 

It can! It can wear the coat!

The sleeves engulf its tiny pointy arms. The hood engulfs its tiny adorable face. It bounces excitedly, covered in fluff.

So precious.

"Yay! You look very cozy." 

{am!!} it concurs. {coat is good!!}

"Yeah! I like mine a lot. The next one is for Wilbur but he already has a coat from not-here, it's not as good as one of these but it's not nothing." 

Bounce bounce.

"Do you think the other spirits would also like coats? Maybe I should hunt the snowy area for the next few nights so everyone can have one." 

{not sure!}

"Okay! I guess we'll find out when we meet them." 

(Bounce.)

"I'm gonna try visiting another island, today. Maybe I'll find the ocean spirit on the way there." 

{good luck!} It waves.

She heads off along the route she remembers to a visible island--over the snow hill, down to the grassland, past the tall trees, snacking on slimes all the way. 

Eventually, she finally actually reaches the shore. She vaguely remembers something about date palms. 

There are indeed palm trees scattered along the shoreline, and most of them are growing dates. One is instead growing coconuts.

Oh, cool. She pulls down a date palm. 

Wood and seeds and dates!

She eats a date and puts the rest of the everything in the backpack. Then she slides into the water and starts off for the next island, keeping an eye out for anything spirit-like on the way. 

Almost as soon as she touches the water, a little round head pops out of it a few block-lengths away, and is immediately swamped by the wave of her passage. A few seconds later it bobs up again, this time accompanied by a pair of little round arms.

{oh my,} it says, in a voice made of the sound of rushing surf and rolling waves. {good morning, friend!}

!!!

"Good morning! You must be the water spirit!" 

{that's me!} It waves a blobby arm. {where are you off to in such a hurry?}

"I was going to go to that other island over there, where there are a lot of the really tall trees." She points with a coat-encased tentacle. "I like them, and I wanted some seeds of them to plant at our base camp where my brother is. My brother isn't as big as me, or as hard to hurt, so he stays there and experiments with making things while I go forth and hunt for supplies." 

{very reasonable!} says the water spirit, nodding its little round head. {can I come along? I've never seen a tree up close before.}