Nimbus Summit We're gonna look at the stars

Spring had sprung, and Lane was a busy woman. It was the prime time for harvesting most of the plants that she used in her practice, and for restocking her stores of dried herbs that she kept for the less bountiful seasons. 

Lane trotted toward the chink in the side of the mountain that she had unofficially claimed as her workspace. The cave led down to the underground hot spring where Lane had taken to brewing her saiyu recipes. 

Caverna dei Vitale, Lane called it. The Cave of Life, very roughly translated. She'd never been much for linguistics. 

Lane made her way to the Caverna to check on her raspberry tea, thinking she might see what a little ragwort would do for the recipe. When Lane arrived, Tuuluuwaq was there to greet her. 

"Well hey there, Mister Beta," Lane greeted him with a cheeky smile. She sidled up to him and brushed against his side in greeting. "Come for a swim in the hot spring? I have an idea for how to make it extra steamy--" 

Just then, she noticed the rack behind Tuuluuwaq, and she gasped out, "Oh wow! From the elk we hunted?" Tuuluuwaq had been at peak performance on the day of the pack hunt, as Lane recalled. She'd nearly been gored by this very rack, she'd been so distracted watching her lover's every movement.