Herbalists' Cache swirling cloud

quick cameo! hope you don't mind <3

Other Shore lingered by the treeline. It had become a little habit of hers. Sitting, watching the caribou. Observing what she could. She believed she was far enough from the heart of the Saatsine gathering to not disturb or be disturbed.

Then - a noise. It proved her wrong.

It was one she knew did not come from the caribou herd. Unfamiliar, but also quite natural. Not a jarring, alarming sound; all it told her was that it was the product of careful laboring a little distance away.

She stood up from where she rested and slipped through the copse of loosely woven trees. Snow lent her a little silence as she went. She did not mean to intrude; she was merely curious. If she was unwelcome, she would leave.

A clearing came into view, and then a dark figure, toiling. Sun Eater, the chieftain, smoothening wood, tamping down snow, digging out a den of sorts into the earth. There was an art to it, a precision Other Shore found herself mesmerized by. An intent so clear and focused that, in the moment, he had become it. 

She decided to give him what peace she could offer and let him work away without disturbances. But before she walked away, she found herself admiring it, just for a never-ending moment.