Herbalists' Cache When the levee breaks

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the call sent a shiver through her. a voice from the past, one that had once carried the weight of familiarity and trust. ridgeback!
morwenna lifted her head from where she lay curled around her children, their tiny bodies pressed to her warmth, suckling greedily. their hunger was insatiable, but it was a hunger she would always provide for. she was their mother. their shield.
and yet, even as she bathed in their scent, their presence, war loomed on the horizon. war. war. war.
she exhaled, steadying herself. and then she howled—an invitation, sharp and clear through the cold air.
he came.
when he entered, her body softened in a way it had not in days. ridgeback, the bloodhunter. she urged him closer, pressing her nose to his in relief, in quiet gratitude for his presence.
ridgeback, she breathed, voice low, thick with unspoken words. she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, searching him.
there is war. i—
three words, but they carried the weight of everything. she had called the banners. she had set the fire. and now, it burned.
but what had he known? what side would he choose? it would have to be—
all must choose.