Herbalists' Cache cen

permission to assume ishmira drops caan, and permission from caan's player to grab him!

morwenna did not feel the pain of her own wounds. not yet. not in the face of what she saw now—her son, her child, her caan, screaming.
blood in the den. everywhere. everywhere.
ishmira's grip slipped. sun eater had nearly torn her in half. her precious daughter—no. no. her pup lay crumpled like leaves in frost. and caan, caan was screaming. his leg! bent—wrong, broken.
she wailed—a guttural, cracking sound that tore from her throat. monster! it was a roar, louder than it should have been, so much louder, echoing off the stone, reverberating through her bones. you’ve maimed our son!
rage seized her—but it was love that made her reckless.
her eyes snapped to caan.
blood. limp paw. but still alive.
and then she grabbed caan in her jaws, tender as she could, angling his body so it would not jostle his leg—her own blood mingling with his on her tongue. she turned, bolted, fled the den into snow-thick air. her limbs screamed, but she did not falter.
before she had gone, she made an attempt to push him aside. off of her, just off— get off. to free her daughter-friend from his deathgrip, to throw her body between the crumbling woman and the snarling beast who once claimed to love her.
her pup was broken. sun eater had broken him.
she lunged. not for ishmira. not for the children. for him.
the shadows of her past had returned—but she would not let them win again.

potential exit from morwenna, let me know if i should edit.