Herbalists' Cache a thought came to her:

Imaq was still deliberating when a flicker of ivory shadow in her peripherals caught her eye. She turned slightly, gaze of broken seaglass landing upon the snowbird as she stalked through the undergrowth like a spirit bound to the forest of the Cache -- drifting forward on skinny legs, her haunted eyes hungry as they watched the bobcat, mesmerized.

A twig cracked beneath her foot and the cat jerked, a thunderous snarl spilling from between its bared fangs as it hunched over its food protectively. It growled where it hunkered upon the forest floor, lips sheathing over its teeth though it continued to glower at the pale waif.

Imaq chose then to reveal herself, creeping from the brush to stand a few stone throws from the small she-wolf's side -- a rumble of her own escaping through the wrinkle of her snarling muzzle. The other girl didn't seem up to handling the bobcat on her own, still starved with the same winter that colored her curves, and the golden merle thought perhaps they might stand a better chance at scoring some meat together.