Herbalists' Cache hoof trap

sun eater had decided to say — nothing. 

his mate was round and heavy with their young, ready to bring them for firstbreath into the warming world. caribou cows gave birth through each day, the ripple of their pleased lowing in echo back and forth between their number.

soon she would add her own voice to their efforts, and sun eater did not wish for anything to affect his children. or her, if he was quite honest. having gathered much knowledge about her origin, about who she was and how coldly she might act, he found more pride in possessing her.

the unsurety lay in how long she would remain docile. once he had thought her a lovestuck, submissive woman; she certainly anticipated his needs and feathered her breath upon his ego. but now — now he did not know what was right and what was not.

her light voice brought him out of his thoughts. sun eater did not speak as he gathered every hide from the curve of her back and threw them in grunting over his shoulders, stalking toward the shelter he had built.