Herbalists' Cache hoof trundle

yes, star eater affirmed, her gaze settling on other shore as the girl stepped cautiously into the den. i called for you.
she shifted slightly, allowing the flickering light from the den’s entrance to cast across nutuyikruk’s pale form.
this is nutuyikruk, she introduced, voice even, steady. her tone was not unkind, but it left little room for uncertainty. she will stay here now.
her eyes flicked between them, studying the subtle differences—other shore, hesitant but willing, and nutuyikruk, unreadable, wary. both had found their way to her, though by different paths.
you will work together. the words were not a request. her gaze held other shore’s for a moment longer before she gestured toward the hides. i will show you how it is done.