Herbalists' Cache a mad thought

star eater settled beside him, lowering the two daughters onto the caribou hide.
the cold nipped at her skin, the weight of the night pressing heavy upon them, but she did not waver. this was the way. their children would be named beneath the stars, before the watchful eyes of their ancestors, before the spirits that would guide them.
her gaze swept over the tiny dark-furred girl, the firstborn daughter—the one who had screamed.
and you, she murmured, voice steady as she placed a firm paw over the small, wriggling form, holding her there, grounding her. will be ghe’naya. a force as strong as nature.
her head lifted, eyes tracing the night sky. the first to scream from her mother’s womb.
it had been a cry unlike the others, not just a call for life, but a demand. she had come into the world with fire in her chest, a declaration before she had even drawn breath.
the raven will protect you.
she did not need to look to sun eater to feel his presence, to know that his heart beat the same rhythm as hers in this moment. he had cradled fa’liya with a rare, hesitant reverence, and now he spoke the name of their son with a weight only a father could give.
c’ede’ ghatggehi.
she waited eagerly for their last boy.