Herbalists' Cache dove diving

A soft rustle.

Too big to be a hare or bird, not the pattern of a passing deer or even a scuttling fox. Her head lifted away from the mushrooms and in the lush summer flora, she saw a moving shadow.

She pulled a strong stance, but rumbled a careful note in her throat. Wordlessly invited them closer so that she might see them fully and know what to make of them.