Ocean's Breath Plateau Where do we come from, where do we go

The boy’s howl reached the ears of the red healer, she had not been far. Reina had been out gathering more herbs and berries for her skin pouch, building up her own portable cache to carry with her. Her pace picked up, wanting to see the children and make sure they were well. 

She arrived to camp, her eyes searching the kids for any injuries or any misplaced hairs on their young heads. The boy, Carnelian, was cuddled around his sister who, for some reason, was soaked under the fox pelt. Her ears twitched in slight annoyance, worry scrunching her brow. The girl did not need to be wet again.

“Hi, kids. Have you been up long?” She sat in front of them on the other side of the broth and deer meat she had left for them.