Herbalists' Cache wooden doll

400 for you heheheh

she did not pull from his kiss.
star eater met his touch with quiet acceptance, her breath steady beneath the weight of his affection. she listened—truly listened—as he spoke, absorbing every word, the unfettered access to what she had long craved to know of him.
wolves of the moon. clan nuiruk.
she committed the name to memory, tracing the story in her mind as he unraveled it before her. kukutux—mother of women, maker of suffering. but it was not the old woman he wanted. it was the daughter.
his rage swelled like a storm, thickening the air in the den, but star eater did not shrink from it. she watched, waited, raised a single brow as he rolled his shoulders, as he offered her the truth of his desires.
what will you do with her? her voice was quiet, measured—neither condemning nor condoning.
then, wry amusement flickered at the edges of her lips, her gaze cutting sharp despite the humor that laced her next words.
it might not be wise to ask to bed your enemy in front of your pregnant wife.