Herbalists' Cache mask off

for @Nutuyikruk: no rush! set after black hawk's return.

the snow shelter is quiet save for the soft breaths of her children, nestled close against her warmth. outside, the wind howls, a distant cry through the trees, but inside, it is still. safe. for now.
morwenna does not sleep. she watches the rise and fall of tiny chests, feels the ache in her bones, the weight in her heart. black hawk’s return lingers in her thoughts, a tether to something she cannot yet name.
in the hush of midnight, she lifts her head. then, a call—low, quiet, meant for nutuyikruk alone. she summons her.