Herbalists' Cache just like you

qupirruarjuit’s eyes narrow, the tension in her posture barely concealed. her breath is a pained hiss, sharp and biting. she holds still, barely, as anoré’s nose brushes against her neck and side, the quiet brush of paws against her fur sending a visible shiver through her body.

life.

a slow, knowing smile tugs at her lips, though there is a rawness in the gesture—a sense of relief. she tilts her head, eyes glinting with an edge of something untamed. “daughters." she announces firmly, leaving no room for correction. then remains close, content with the minimal distance between them even after the ice woman finishes her task.

"you...name?"