Herbalists' Cache Pheonix

I was hoping for a chance to write these two together!

Ridgeback stalked through the cache, his path often an oval orbit that would inevitably lead him to pass by Star Eater’s densite twice per round. He couldn’t hover too close, so as to keep from arousing suspicion. The women, he knew, could keep her company without being watched too heavily, but he felt himself falling under scrutiny already, having chosen not to stand and fight with Sun Eater. 

He hunted small prey, wishing that they had remained near Qeya River where he could bring down Rocky Mountain sheep on his own- but here, rabbits were his main quarry. 

He’d caught a lean buck, and was carrying it back toward the den when he spotted the youngster with the verdant eyes- one of the wolves that had been taken as a captive. 

Would she be an ally, in upcoming events? She likely had every reason to want to avoid bloodshed. He approached, the rabbit hanging from his jaws, a congenial swing to his tail. He whined softly and tilted his head, to see first if she might be receptive to his company.