Herbalists' Cache Pingaluk

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As the male came to a stop, her eyes sought out his own. Whilst her gaze was, at first, hardened and without any true emotions, it had soon been filled with confusion after he spoke. Never would the rest of her body betray the fact that she was unable to understand him, but her eyes had. It would likely go unnoticed by those that were either dimwitted or not paying close enough attention, though her own lack of a realization was due to neither of those options; so focused had she been on watching the man that her expression had started to respond to her unconscious mind. Had she known of just how deeply the uncertainty ran throughout her gaze, the young Inuk would have corrected herself within a moment’s notice. Yet, she was unaware and showed no signs of recollecting herself in full.

The circling of her body resumed, a decision of the dark one’s that she wasn’t the least bit pleased by. Again, he spoke, only this time she’d allowed for her head to tilt ever so slightly, silently questioning him. The gesture was but a small one, having arrived and then been snatched away in a blink’s worth of time, the fact that her space was lessening having been noticed. After straightening herself out, the girl brought her tail up so that it was in-line with her back, whilst her body turned and her eyes raged on like a forest fire. “Aullak,” snapped the yearling, her anger apparent. For now, she hadn’t moved towards the man, able to maintain some degree of control over herself so that she wouldn’t do anything too reckless.

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