Herbalists' Cache hoof trundle

Other Shore blinked. She thought she had heard her name - she knew she had heard her name - but she did not believe she had hear her name.

She looked down at her paws, then at the forest floor beneath her. There, it seemed, that she been spoiled by the quieter, cushioning snow of Qeya River, the gentle ground that was far less prone to betraying her stealth. Here, the snow gave way to twigs and needles that made sharp, jarring noises when she did so much as step lightly on them.

Carefully, quietly, she peeked back into the den and again was met with the sight of Star Eater. The girl, whose eyes were a distinct shade of green and her pelt a snowy white dappled with ginger, remained next to the woman. She hoped to confirm whether or not Star Eater had been addressing her - even when she knew she had - but just by the atmosphere she sensed that her presence was expected.

She slowly padded into the den, trying not to disturb either of them, keeping her head low but her eyes curious, and asked, You called for me, Star Eater?