Herbalists' Cache War drum

Dead when Sun Eater found. Ah! Ah! There it was. The better suited image for a chief man. Dead before his eyes? His children? Star Eater's family? His own? She listened to the path he spoke, a willing open ear as packlife moved around them. "Your planning will be good."

Nutuyikruk did not dare hold a high head. No, it stayed low when put at the side of her master, shoulder level, watchful to the bottom jaw only. 

"I am left with none to serve now. What might you do with me now that your wife has abandoned your gift of me?"