Herbalists' Cache i work so much, can't be reminded

gjalla watches her move, the sharpness in her gaze not yet thawed. there is something vaguely irritating about the woman—perhaps the way she assumes, the way she prods—but at the very least, she is not wasting her time with empty words.

her tail flicks once, dismissing whatever bristling tension in favor of keeping peace—she does not have the energy to fight now. fine. if this woman is looking for weakness, she would not find it here.

with a stiff breath, she falls into step, her focus shifting to the distant blobs of brown—the caribou. if they move quickly, they can close the distance before the herd settles. "come." and then she is moving, swift and soundless, vanishing into the frost.