Herbalists' Cache suffer well the aftermath

Her attempt to stare-down her enemy had succeeded, and Seregryn's ego was sufficiently sated. As soon as the stranger turned away, she felt a glimmer of pride within her own breast; then, the older wolf began to slip away, clearly afraid of the threat Seregryn posed — or so she told herself. She could not quite resist a flick or two of her tail, or the subtle raise of her head as she assumed some form of dominance. The stranger retreated, but Seregryn did not leave; she no longer felt out-of-place with this old wolf, feeling like her challenge had been a success and thus, she could do as she pleased upon the ridge. So when the woman began to hunt for things, Seregryn followed after her — keeping a good distance from her regardless — and behaved much more like a child learning to track their first kill than a rogue operative of Trigeda, which is what she felt like.