Herbalists' Cache When the levee breaks

He was relieved that there were some names he recognized. Other Shore, a pale yearling with bright, rust eyes still full of curiosity and wonder; not a fighter, he thought to himself, but likely a good helper when it came to tending to the children. He felt a light trickle of hope settle in, to hear Black Hawk's name; while he knew little of her, the dark-pointed woman had sharp features, an impressive build, and a ferocity to her hunting that gave him reason to believe she might be a good fighter, if push came to shove. He considered the young captive, with eyes bright as new grass; a yearling as well, and just as likely in need of protection. 

Maybe Kekoa, He uttered. Him and I see eye to eye, He might have a word with the ghost talker again- he might appreciate being enlightened on the inside workings of this brewing war, though he knew he would have to be careful, and learn of the young man's intentions before giving his own away. Ishmira's scent lingered in the area- he suspected she might be considered safe as well.

But there were many others- Nagruk, the new War Chief who had been appointed in Ice Diver's absence. Meleeys and Suliya, two members who had been around for several moves already. The fierce Dark Fang with scarred face and snarling teeth, Kukuvurak who was a capable hunter, and Sivaak- though she was heavily pregnant too.

And what of Night Fire? Perhaps she could be spoken to; perhaps she might betray the Chieftan, who had killed her mother. 

He would stew on these options for some time, glad at least now that he might have some idea of who could be trusted, and who must believe that he would continue to fulfill his duties to Saatsine without question. 

He looked to each child as their names were given, smiling faintly as his gaze caught on the one that resembled her mother most. She got your star, He said, tail thumping on the ground. It must have felt special, to pass on her unique starspot. Well, you did good. Real good, He said, raising his gaze for a moment, before he looked down to the children again, fighting the urge to rub his muzzle against their velveteen fur and inhale their fresh puppy scent. And I'll love you all, but- I will encourage each of you to try and be your uncle's favourite. He said, before he whispered, as if intending for only their mother to hear They'll all win.