Herbalists' Cache green sinew

carried in the loving grasp of a father. his body tucked delicately within the plush caribou hide, where he squirms, enduring the hunger grumbling his belly in silence.
as if he can sense the turbulent storm that waged in the man that hefted him. he can only mewl weakly here and there, his complaints, to have not been fed yet.
where is his mother?
where is the warm embrace of siblings who fight him for his place at her belly?
a croaking sound as chieftain's remaining son yawns, small jaws stretching open.