Herbalists' Cache ticking time

The hide is delicate, expertly skinned and prepped in the way of the caribou hunters. Nagruk is aware of how they make their camps and use the furs of their prey for warmth, but has never considered it a good use of their time. For it would surely slow a clan always moving.

But for a woman fat with pups, she could see the appeal.

Her eyes widen slightly as Wife speaks her name, offering a curt nod in turn. "I have no need for hide." She follows her gaze then to where Chieftain remains busy, and while she does not expect the spark of jealousy that rises, it tightens her chest all the same. "What is he doing?"