Herbalists' Cache patience and restraint

the snow outside whispered, wind curling like breath through the narrow mouth of her shelter. morwenna stirred quietly in the dimness, warmth of her children pressed against her belly. the scent of herbs still clung faintly to the walls, faded but familiar.
she shifted, muzzle lifting just enough to part the hush.
@Ridgeback, she called, low but clear, voice carried like smoke on winter air.
then she waited.