Herbalists' Cache LXV

A sea of caribou washed over the taiga. The Rise was hospitable to them, sure, but the valleys were infinitely more lush. They gathered here like flies to honey.

The yearling slinks among the fringes of herd, who pay little care, but hastily scurry away from him. 

He espies a hulking white form in the distance and trots his way.

Mulherin greets the huntlead with comradery; offering a bump to the shoulder and tail wagging. Always eager to help.