Herbalists' Cache lull of war

she returns to them. always.
the cold does not last long before she is there, pressing into the den’s warmth, curling around them. her nose finds him, soft and careful, tracing the curve of his tiny body.
c'ed'e, she murmurs, voice a breath, a promise. she nuzzles him, drawing him close, letting him tuck beneath the safety of her chest.
he is small, fragile, but he is hers. and she will keep him safe.