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

Skipping Carnelian to piggyback him here. Apologies for lack of formatting, mobile post

She watched the other respond with his own aggression. Her eyes widened, but not with fear; no, it was something else. Something she couldn’t quite place. The mouse of a girl grew her voice, exposing herself from the safety of her brother’s shadow, her eyes on the young man as her nose worked.

“And, you don’t stink of pack. We are nomadic, much like a lone wolf yourself would be, yet we have numbers. They are around. Already you are at a disadvantage.” Her words were surprisingly strong, but careful and without threat. “Your sneaking up on us could be considered aggressive by our own.” She hoped her bluff worked. She wanted to make nice, this standoff between the boys was so silly.