Herbalists' Cache green sinew

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@Meleeys @Dark Fang @Talvani @Kekoa @Nutuyikruk @Cetseni @Yakona @Night Fire (@Sulukinak & @Other Shore mention as well)

he counted their names again, satisfied at the clinking of those titles against one another in his mind.

lanzadoii hunter had not yet allowed himself to think of the taken children. "sulukinak must be found," he grunted. "ghe'naya is gone. perhaps my niece has her."

a pain in his heart.

his own ghost talker burned in him a suspicion, but it was only that. only pain, he told himself. it would not do to react for its bite.

with a hard look toward winsook, where ayovi might have brought down herbs, kusax̱asaa turned back.

"we will go. walk in the caribou tracks. only when sivaak must stop will we rest."

the long march indeed.

soft hides hanging from jawline might tote the pups. their going would be silent, chieftain bringing up the rear. only his siblings knew where the saatsine walked now.

his only comfort was c'ede', his son and the interminable, familiar lowing of caribou calves and their mothers.

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.

he walks now, silent shadow, growling menace within what remains of the fraying sun clan.
he trusts no one. he speaks to no one, outside of brother and sister. sister, who he stands beside now, @Meleys, walking close to her side.
sharing distrustful glances with the others. his purpose now to safeguard what remains of his lanzadoii kin, and transport the muradoii mother who would nurse his nephew to safety.

much now occupies the mind of muradoii mother, muradoii sovereign. bitterness that is missing the thrill of war. missing it, at the cost of the children that suckled life now from her swelling teats.
sivaak knows it is a game of give and take. she gives, they take. but it is for a purpose, one she is carefully curating. let it be known that her mind is not just kill-fever and ferality. it is a gem, carved, and sharp. intelligent.
malice gleams in crimson eyes, as always. she is infuriated. with @Black Hawk, for defying again. for making sivaak look a fool. it is the same that @Sobeille did, and what had happened to the strange girl? she was spared sivaak's teeth, but sivaak took pride knowing she would cut the girl from throat to gut if she showed face again.
was the woman sivaak trusted not owed the same? she wonders. she will ponder over it. over it, while the lanzadoii chieftain's child suckles from her underbelly. perhaps something would be requested in turn for her service to him. a grin, then.
yes. if she did not get what she wants, she would let the babe starve.

He is wild-eyed and watchful, the brother close at her side. Every so often she would press into him. Her other brother taking up the rear in their travels whilst Dark Fang and Meleys marched the front. 

She was tried. Incredibly so. The fight had injured her hip and shoulder among other smaller cuts. Time was not on her side this time. Whenever Sivaak demanded for rest, Meleys would be secretly thankful. However what little the phantom knew of the Muradoii, there would be little stops to cherish.

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.