OOc: I envision them dressed as gentlemen, slapping each other with white gloves...
“…not with the plant,” her word was impressed by a sudden lunge for that male. Her teeth were not bared with an intent to bite, yet her bulk was thrown forward in an effort to deter the male from his healing herbs. She cared little for what good it would do the Creek. The Vale had their own healer to supply, however damaged she might have been. They could not risk the stock nearest to them to be stripped by their audacious neighbors simply because it was for their benefit.
“You may leave with your life, but my generosity ends there,” her tail raised and flagged at its fullest height in defiance, daring the male to contest her offer. “You will not take another thing that is needed by more than your petty lot.” |