Herbalists' Cache hoof trundle

Nutuyikruk was near.

Eyes upon the horizon, sat outside plucking bits of grass between two digits of her paws. Her head hung low, obedient to the Saatsine people. Now to the woman of the chieftain. But upon close look, the girl was air-scenting, taking in the scents of the ground and feeling the earth rumble beneath her feet. 

A way of new life. Already, seeking ways to fit in. 

Ways to appease who was her.. "Shall I bring you anything," the girls tongue wobbled, before, "Master?"