Qeya River insurgent

blackfell brought you?
star eater’s gaze lingered on the girl, sharp but not unkind. she was young—too young, perhaps, to know blackfell as anything but a name. her expression did not waver, but she studied the girl with quiet scrutiny, searching for what might have drawn him to her.
how do you know him? her words were measured, carrying the weight of something unspoken. blackfell was no easy man to follow, no simple wolf to bind one’s fate to.
but she did not press, not yet. instead, she exhaled slowly and nodded. you can help. i will teach.
she shifted the herbs between her paws, turning her attention to them. come here. watch carefully. with a motion of her muzzle, she indicated the carefully sorted plants at her feet. these are what we use for pain, for sickness, for wounds. learn them, and you will always have use.
the offer was clear. if ishmira wished to work, she would—under star eater’s eye.