Herbalists' Cache hoof trundle

Other Shore dipped her head in acknowledgement of Star Eater’s command, then quietly found a seat a little distance from the green-eyed girl. Nutuyikruk was her name, Star Eater had said, and she let the name prance on her tongue for a moment. It had an odd rhythm to it, a sharp yet soothing tune that she found herself unable to grasp. It was most certainly not quite like most of the Saatsine’s names she had met thus far, though it did remind her of the Lanzadoii names given by the chieftain himself.

But it was Nutuyikruk’s pelt that she found more intriguing. Never before had she seen that shade of ginger laid upon a wolf’s fur. Other Shore herself had a light coat with no particularly remarkable colors, and she had met many with similarly dull shades, but the girl’s vivid patches were quite eye-catching. Not to mention the green eyes - they were a beautiful type of odd to her, that fern-green shade.

She caught Star Eater’s silver eyes lingering on her as the woman instructed them to work together on cleaning the hides. Work... together? With someone she had yet to even speak to? She had nothing against the girl, but also knew nothing about her. Other Shore shot a glance towards her partner, attempting to salvage any sliver of her thoughts by reading her expression, but her face presented little that could be read.

Other Shore turned back to Star Eater and quietly responded, Yes, Star Eater.