Herbalists' Cache hoof cache

@Blackfell

the snow shelter stood firm, a testament to her husband’s strength and care. thick-packed walls, sturdy against the wind, a hollow carved within, dark and secret. a place for the future, for the life growing inside her. star eater moved around its entrance, careful. in her teeth, she held caribou dewclaws, placing them in a rough circle around the den’s mouth—warding off ill fate, honoring the spirits that would guide her children into the world.
it was hidden well, away from prying eyes, away from the common spaces where the others gathered. they cannot know. no one but sun eater. this was a place meant only for her, for their blood, for the moments when she would be at her weakest.
but though the shelter called to her, she would not linger. not now. not yet.
with a slow exhale, she turned, leaving it behind, letting the snow drift in the wake of her departure. her steps took her toward the common areas of saatsine, where voices carried on the wind and the scent of pack life filled the air.