Herbalists' Cache muradoii

I am muradoii. People of the caribou. Born, more or less, near the ocean. They call us the 'sea hunters'. We are known for our hunger and violence. Some say we are wicked, because we have no morals outside the hunt. Others think we were never wolves to begin with, rather spirits of death come to haunt the living. But it seems that our defining trait is a numbness to the world; an indifference to suffering.

I know I didn’t feel a thing as my bearer ejected me and I landed on ice, gasping.

Hell, I was just born and I didn’t have a thing to scream about. I was only flailing my legs and mouthing for a teat. It must have felt painful as hell, right? Most pups can’t get over that first breath of cold air, and here I was just like, ‘what’s for lunch.’

I would have given anything I have or ever will have just to feel that pain.

But at the time, I didn’t know that.

Not yet.