Herbalists' Cache nuvujak ╫

this can just be a cameo unless y’all want to play out the healing/caregiver related part :) (also @Muttn @Sabah @Suledin pped the puppers a bit, lmk if I should remove this or edit)

the dove rested where moonwoman had indicated, only too eager to lay down her aching bones and the firebrand of her leg. she was no healer, not yet, but even aiwë knew that the bear’s claw marks had festered. the corruption crept in her veins and set her feverish limbs to quivering as she hunkered upon the cool snow — a balm and a curse. 

wilwarin still clung close, silent in her place against lótë’s ribs. it seemed she was scared to leave that safe harbor against her heartbeat, where she had traveled tucked close by the cloudberry’s side. the doe offered a rasp to her head in comfort but could not keep her gaze from roaming, searching. 

when it found her children, a soft and broken noise escaped her, tail beating against the earth in spite of how it ignited her haunch with fresh kindling. 

they crowded close, lótë drawing them impossibly near as her head bowed and dipped to embrace the fledglings — her joy tinged with despair to see how they had grown, though not overwhelmed. apologies and adorations whispered between them, the mother allowed a few tears to escape within the hushed bubble of their reunion. 

but she would not allow her smile to dim. they could not see how scared she had been, how scared she still was, lest her own fear infect them with doubt.