Herbalists' Cache Snowhawk

Moon Runner hunted alone this morning. A trail made by black-tail deer enticed the yearling to trek beyond the Rise’s territory, though she knew it impossible to take down one in her current state. Though no longer sick, the girl had a slim and willowy physique due to her battle with an infection. Perhaps her fate would turn… a piece of carrion or an abandoned fawn would be easy pickings.

However, her route changed when she picked up Father’s scent. It seemed he had explored the neighboring forest named Herbalist Cache.

Suddenly, a nearby howl put Moon Runner on alert. Should she retreat?

She paused, statuesque, until the naivety and curiosity of youth bade her forward.

She crept through the understory until she saw a black male wolf reposed beneath the trees.

Moon Runner’s heart jumped. She wanted it to be Tall Shadow. But it was clear, after a second look, that it was not Redtail’s Berserkr.

Red Eye? The spirit thought. Her den-brother had dispersed long ago.

It was then Moon Runner saw him turn his head, and caught the flash of his silver and gold eyes. It reminded her of Icemelt – the white wolf she had met a few weeks before.

Who did he call for? The spirit wondered. How many of his kin were nearby?

Moon Runner did not know the character of this stranger so she was hesitant to reveal herself. The young woman decided to put plenty of distance between them when she finally stepped from her cover of mountain laurel.

She chuffed, her voice curious.

Who are you? her spirit asked.