Herbalists' Cache wooden doll

"it does not end their line. the moon woman has many daughters. she would suffer. but break?" many daughters. many descendants. "you did not —" a muscle jumped in his cheek; he shook his head.

there was no way to convey the pain and the fear of that moment, the terrified rage of his exiling. how he had been a man alone save for @Sulukinak, and how he was realizing how much he needed her close. meleeys was his sister, but in his niece was the hope of many bands, many cousins, brothers.

he made a harsh sound low in his throat, a scoff. a growl. "either way, it will be war." he reached a paw gingerly, placed it hovering over the promising curve of her belly. "and i must walk soon."

he studied star eater, her face soft with a beautiful resolution. "i do this so that their father's spirit may rest more easily in them."

an eye for an eye. 

he thought again of the captive.

"ah. the one who is meant to be wife when our ghost talker calls for her. i have given her the name of xel kon ts'akae." a roguish look climbed his features. "i gave her a name that will be fitting to the spirits. she says she will be saatsine. i have made her free."

"this means, if she has lied, she will be put to death."