Herbalists' Cache sweet smoke

Meleys did not know these things, these herbs. Meleys felt herself mighty enough to challenge any wolf and if she were to die of her wounds by the caribou, then so be it. Meleys offers a hard eye (did she have anything else?) to the healer as she shuffles out of the way as Meleys makes her approach to the voice of her young brother. 

He spoke as a valley hunter. Words not used among their camps. She would do the same. 

They will not take them... A murmur on her lips. There would be no peace, never, if they did while she still drew breath. 

Sun Eater had lost his first son. His second nearly drowned. Meleys had lost all to the long march or the caribou themselves. They could not loose more. Meleys would take them, raise them along her brother's side, if she must. 

Sun Eater spoke of @Nagruk. She had left. Let her kill them then, if this was her wish! Less to battle later. He spoke the names of his pups. His dull claws pressing into her paw. He began to fade. 

Your sheep become wolves at the first sign of weakness, brother. Her words strained, holding her worry back, a hitch in her throat. You must rise and quickly. She urges, but he has already fallen to sleep once more.