Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

One of them was a feisty little bastard.

Stormchaser regarded the boy with a cold stare. His hawkish gold gaze was unafraid, unamused, and lingered for a moment too long on the other boy. The stormy yearling was rifling through the scenarios in his mind: Qiao sacrificing this quick-tongued brat stood most prominently among them.

Listen to your sister, boy, Stormchaser sneered at the other young man, pointed teeth flashing in a show of his fangs. Not nice to be so aggressive to strangers. The assumption on their relation was one he wouldn’t mind being corrected on. There was a chance they weren’t related, though it seemed a slim one.

You both stink of your pack. But there isn’t a pack near here for… a few territories, I’d say.