Herbalists' Cache rook's rest

They were words of a small consolidation; for the mother to be held safe within the cradle of Winsook she must first reach it. The woman expresses gratitude but the air her children breathes is tense still. A wolf is not made to go into motherhood alone. The huntress hopes she had a strong network of support behind her.
Ayovi looks into the dark mask and sees worry; betrayal. A being who feels many things, but most clearly resolve.
She was not good at this, at putting people at ease. And so she wouldn’t. Her offering is only a touch of paw to the tip of ebony. But her eyes are clear, and in them the mother would see where her compassion lived.
“Stay safe, Star Eater,” Ayovi whispers, a tightening to her lips.