Herbalists' Cache run, rabbit, run

she will not turn to look in the heat of battle. because she knows if she dares to look back, if she sees morwenna fall, she will never forgive herself. the image will remain burned into her memory, an eternal regret.

ishmira's rapid breathing slows, comforted by the gentle bump of the hunter woman's head against her own. a sense of belonging, of love, overwhelms her. this is what it is to be family. it is blood and it is sacrifice and it is the knowledge that above all, you are one. morwenna pulls away after a moment, and ishmira meets her gaze firmly. she does not waver.

"they are my family now, as are you. no harm will come to them. i will not allow it." a fierce look makes itself at home, molds itself into her features as if it has always belonged there. no longer does the heart of a child beat within her chest. she will flay skin from bone without remorse, and she will do it all for the whelps squirming at her side. for morwenna, for blackfell.

for gjalla.