Herbalists' Cache Pingaluk

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After observing the male and his reactions, Chulyin concluded that he was not the brightest—that, or he was the sort that always sought out trouble. No matter the reason for his antics, she wasn’t the least bit amused. Then as he spoke, the words nothing more as meaningless sounds, her jaw set, the frustration felt rather apparent. Once he’d lunged, the entire rest of her body tensed whilst her lips were pulled back in a silent snarl, warning the wolf away. Quickly had the Inuk realized that he’d not intended to actually do her harm, for he’d moved away and laughed some more. With a shake of her head, she declared, “Taima.” The stranger could continue to play his games all he wanted, but she would not take part in them for even a second longer.

A single step forward was taken before she stopped and looked towards the male, gaze narrowed. “Malitlanak,” ordered the yearling, voice as low as her cords would allow. Thereafter, she turned back to face the direction she’d originally been traveling in and started walking, determined to rid herself of the southerner.

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