(Note, this STARTS in Abaven. We'll do one round of them gathering, Starling will tell them to get the remaining stock, and they'll move out to set up. This is mandatory for the seige. No posting order, and lets do this as quickly as possible so we're all good.) Starling had calmed himself down just enough to organize his thoughts. He had managed to move some stock over, and, after sacrificing his traded pelts, he set up a place for the injured in the swampy lands. It seemed there would be no waiting for the seige, so Starling didn't necessarily have to dig a store, which was lucky because there seemed to be no possible way. So he had rushed, set his stock in piles for anything that might be necessary and some things just for emergency. He had the wound binders, the irritants, the blood stoppers. He was ready for war, and he had spent every day since his return to Abaven stocking up on anything he could. Every trip was about the seige, and he had worked dilligently to organize and keep his herbs fresh. They would last, not the winter season like he had hoped...but they would last. Each were piled in their individual pelt, rolled in such a painstaking way that it would be easy to carry with their limited healers. If not, while some were setting up he could calling for others to go back for more. Without hesitance he stood before his den and threw his head back, calling for the healers to come and aid in the move. It was time, and he was prepared. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

She was not a healer, but she had promised her aid, despite her fuming anger. She ran, lightly, at the call. It only took a few minutes to arrive, and it only took a single glance to see she was the only one to arrive. Green eyes glanced over Star before dropping, and she'd approach the herb bundles. She felt guiltyish, but the anger was still in her - the remember your place. It angered her, and yet now that she was... more calm, ahe could remember the look in his eyes when he left, even if his voice had been strong. "What do I take?" She forced her voice to be firm, though her eyes would not glance up at him.

"Speech"
"Language"

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She had left the meeting on somewhat of a better note. Ashmedai was here along with his whole giant family. If they were on Abaven's side, Sparrow felt more confident, but also uneasy. What did they want in exchange? She shook the thoughts out of her head and made her way to her den. She picked up the herbs she had collected, wrapping them in the largest skins she could find. She carefully pierced the bone through the skin to seal the herbs inside, then slipped the bags on either side of a stick, carrying the stick and the attached bags to her brother's call. she didn't greet either of them happily, feeling a clear rift between them. She put her stick down, "If you loop the bags on the stick, we can carry more per wolf." she stated, keeping her voice level, though it was sharper than her usual, airy tone. She looked at her brother for a brief second, "Dobbiamo muoverci rapidamente e costantemente, fratello."

Shaye would find her way to the healers quickly, she had sought out Star after the meeting and had a little chat about supplies and she had been happy to see how well stocked and prepared Star was. She herself had had little time to gather, and had rushed out after talking to Star to deplete the stocks of the places she knew and normally gathered from. She was normally more sparse in her taking, but this had called for a harsher picking. She carried her own supplies in a roughly made basked woven with feathers and leaves and partially held by dried mud – the idea of it had come from watching birds making their nests and the handle gripped firmly in her mouth was made out of a thin but tough strip of bark, her herbs bundled up tightly in leaves within, piled together in a messy order. She gently placed it on the ground in front of her and looked up at Star and Lillie – she was grateful she got to work with her friends, something Lillie definitely counted as and something Star was heading towards. Then again, just about everyone she met was classified as a friend, it was only Storm and Lillie that had risen to something more akin to best friends. It also gave her a chance to better know Sparrow and whoever else would be working with them. "Ready when you guys are" she said softly Walk, "Talk" Think