Herbalists' Cache the promise

the chaos of the earlier events were a torrent that barraged her. overwhelming, sinking, igniting—an inferno and storm twisted into something volatile. it had all started over a noble deed; ridding filth from their lands, removing one less threat from the lives of the pups about to be welcomed into the world. 

the timing is terrible, and this is known by all. black hawk had stormed off from that quarrel with hackles raised and eyes lit with fury hardly contained. she wished to remove herself from them all, for she feared what she would do. 

but then star-woman's cry beckons her. a plead, a command. she does not hesitate. she breaks into a heavy run, eyes wide with surprise and worry. her cousin and his ignorance set aside—as star-woman and her babes were far more important. 

she stormed toward the shelter, chest heaving, tongue lolling from her jaws. at the entrance she stands broad and tall, meets gjalla with a knowing look. inside, she can see star-woman. heaving, troubled, angry. 

she does not intrude. "i am here." give her a direction, an order, and she'd follow.