Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

heal.

his only intercession with it thus far had been a whirl of white fur; the girl ishmira sent to tend him. but she had not lingered nor stayed, and he had not seen her again. this entire thing too, only scarcely remembered. through his own stubbornness he felt he had stayed alive.

greenpoint smell of herbs rose to his nostrils. sun eater tested the fragrance and then grunted, sitting back on his haunches and beckoning her closer. if dark fang and sulukinak trusted, he had no choice but to follow suit. her deference pleased him; the careful movements of her gravid form were baubles to his gaze.

she would find him a silent patient, tense where the agonies slashed hardest, otherwise fixed and seething in a burning quiet.