Herbalists' Cache When the levee breaks

Much work was being done, but the bloodhunter was left without any summons. The Chieftan was wounded, that much he could tell by scent, and that Gjalla was gone. Civil unrest dressed the cache like a heavy mist, one so thick Ridgeback could hardly tell which way was which. 

The only one who might have answers- that might share them with him- could be @Morwenna. And while he thought men might still be forbidden from her den area, he approached the line of trees that marked her sacred area and called out with a low, pleading tone. 

He feared impending change might bring to them- it felt as if war was brewing, and here he was, lost in no man's land.