Herbalists' Cache prayer of the stars

star-woman had not known her husbands name? this confused her—how could a husband not give something so personal to his wife? perhaps her cousin had motives she could not understand; they came from different bands, afterall. perhaps that was simply their way. 

and yet...it did not sit right within her chest. 

a husband should not hide a part of himself from his wife. not some as important as the name he was born with, doii moniker aside.

"i thought you would have known." hawk mumbled, eyes gliding forward. she does not know why it bothers her so. 

the woman beside her, so regal and commanding without even having to lift a digit, spoke as if she missed the thrill of the hunt. hawk grinned crookedly, her tail swaying as an idea sprung upon her. "you are not soft. you are mother; strong, sturdy. not many know that strength." she spoke with a conviction she never knew she had. and she tells her then definitively, "when your kids are weaned, we will hunt together." 

they would feel the thunder if caribou stampede at their feet; they would bask in the victory and tradition of a hunt successful. 

star-woman turns her gaze upon hawk. eyes gentle but strong, peering up at her with something hawk cannot name. a feeling that sinks its teeth into the tough hide of her heart. the skin beneath the fur of her cheeks feel warm and her chest fills with pride. 

it was an honor to have her trust. and hawk would do whatever it took to keep it. 

her smile is less sharp and more genuine now, and she holds her head higher. "whatever you need, dzaeyaqsaa. i will provide."