Herbalists' Cache tide bound

She heard the melody of command rise over the trees. Snow quivered in the wake of the call.

To her relief, it was neither a howl of rage nor a pained, dire cry, yet still it sent her running. She had been lingering about the caribou, losing herself as she tested and observed the grand beasts, watching how they moved in response to her careful steps and sudden snaps of movement. But upon the call, she turned and sprinted into the trees, startling the caribou who had dared to be within a dozen wolf-lengths of her.

She swore she had seen that snow-girl picking herbs earlier, the one whose name sounded something like wind settling upon snow. And there was another name Star Eater had mentioned, a man with fur of dusted stone. If Star Eater trusted them both, then she, too, put her faith in them. The other Saatsine were unfamiliar to her; she had formed a rough outline of the war chief Nagruk in her mind, whose name she only knew from the whispers that floated here and there about her cold rationality and unyielding brutality.

Other Shore kept running - not at an urgent pace, but a brisk one nonetheless. Her usual spot for observing the caribou was an inconvenient distance from the snow shelter. She wove through the trees with more skill than she had when she first arrived in the cache; the needles interrupting the smooth blankets of snow no longer spoiled too much silence. 

And at last she arrived. The same snow shelter, with Sun Eater's dedication still apparent, although her view of him had changed much by now. She quietly slipped towards the den, not loud enough to disturb nor silent enough to frighten, then approached Star Eater. I am here now, she said. What do you wish to see me for?