Herbalists' Cache hoof cache

she watches him pass, eyes narrowed with a knowing glint. that weight on his shoulders is impossible to miss—she's worn it herself. without a word, star eater falls into step beside him, matching his stride with ease, head tilting just so, gesturing with a flick of her muzzle toward the trees where the snow drifts heavier, thicker. a place where the others won’t hear, won’t see.
when she speaks, it’s low, as if coaxing a wild thing from the brush.
you look aggravated, she says, voice smooth, nearly teasing but edged with quiet concern. her gaze lingers on his face for a long moment, searching, before she turns away to lead him off the path, trusting he'll follow.