Herbalists' Cache all places the same

The isbjørn tracked her movements with searing, rose-gold eyes. He thought she might go and leave him for a moment, and Valiant meant to follow! But he was arrested by the backward glance she sent him and froze there like a trap half-sprung while she whirled back toward him.

"Come and get it," he replied, unbothered by the sport being made of him. He'd intended to roughhouse without any excuse, so he was just as happy to do so now that she'd given him one. Even so, the isbjørn only spun away from her and failed to make any attempt at fleeing. When she came nearer, he surged forward in turn, keeping his head turned so that the leaf was out of her reach but hoping to bowl her over all the same.

It was to no real end; Valiant did not take her season or sensuality as permission or encouragement, but her puckish behavior had certainly invited play.

"My leaf is your prize," he pointed out, continuing to turn circles and shoulder-check as needed to try and keep the leaf away. His tongue lolled in a bright, mischievous grin. "But what am I playing for?"