Herbalists' Cache rook's rest

after this maybe? vague timeline @Ayovi :D

the cold clung to her like grief.
morwenna moved with purpose, though her steps were quieter now, tempered by the weight of everything that had just transpired. skorpa’s words echoed in her mind, his presence lingering like an unwanted specter. ayovi had spoken with understanding, with something softer, and though morwenna would not admit it aloud, she had needed that. but she did not trust easily—could not afford to.
still, she led the huntress forward, away from the clearing, toward the place where she had hidden what mattered most.
the wind pulled at her fur, threading through the thick silver and white strands, carrying the scent of her children with it. she glanced over her shoulder, pale eyes catching on ayovi’s form. the woman was a shadow behind her, steady but unfamiliar in the way all outsiders were.
you're quite far along yourself, aren't you? morwenna asked suddenly, voice quiet but firm.
she did not slow, did not reveal her destination just yet, but she wanted to know. wanted to hear what this woman believed, if she thought fate was something written or something made.