Herbalists' Cache green sinew

Yakona has no concept that this is the end of one world.

In the early spring winds she ripples beside her mother, a little skiff never far off from @Sivaak’s great wake. Big Shadow speaks while the cub is toothed and rolling between stoic, maternal legs; snatching up the tip of @Ts'okhun’s ear with milk teeth. Giving it a rough tug for good measure.