Herbalists' Cache run, rabbit, run

ishmira whines softly, unwilling to tend to the man who so eagerly leapt at gjalla's throat moments ago. but star eater is desperate, frantic, and she will not deny a mourning wife her wish. she will tend to the husband, and she will do so only because he belongs to star eater. she is quick, rushing with the bundle in her mouth, and returns after a time without.

star eater has long gone, and ishmira curls around the mewling pups, forlorn. gjalla needs her. blackfell needs her. but above all, ishmira needs them, both of them.

for now, her place is with the babies, warming them where their mother cannot.