Herbalists' Cache prayer of the stars

star eater’s smile softens, a faint glimmer of pride threading her voice as she answers, it’s quite alright. about… oh, a week now, give or take. she exhales through her nose, breath curling in the cold. her gaze sweeps briefly to the snow-packed earth beneath their paws, as if the ground itself is counting down the days with her.
your name suits you, she remarks, offering keokuk a glance of quiet approval. black hawk. strong. sun eater must be pleased to know you're here. her tail gives a slow, idle flick behind her, though already the weight of her own body urges her not to linger long in the cold.
you honor us, traveling so far. a small, tired laugh follows. and forgive me, but rest feels impossible with little feet kicking my ribs night and day. there's warmth in her tone, as if the complaint is more affection than grievance.
her gaze lingers on keokuk, thoughtful. stay. walk with me a moment. it has been some time since i've had the company of another woman.