Herbalists' Cache homecoming

a coward, indeed, she thinks.

“his cousin?” she echoes, her tone clipped, calculating. the name causes a shift in her—subtle, but palpable. she remembers him, loosely, from three days prior—he had began a pack of his own, darukaal.

“he is north, as he said. not far.” gjalla nods, her voice low, controlled, but there’s an edge to it—a promise of something more to come. she knows the game is far from over, and whatever Faust’s cousin is tangled in now, it’s something this woman will finish. "i can take you. "