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

While he admired her bold words and even more so the daring lunge of the young she-wolf’s body toward his own.

Stormchaser’s heart raced in delight, fueling his lean figure into a sharp weapon. He felt her teeth connect with his flesh, pricking until they had torn through the thin protection. Blood would find her tongue. The wild-hearted boy snarled, senses heightened by this violent display of her courage. She wanted to prove her point but he wanted for her to see that there were consequences to picking fights with the wrong man. Though he was no more than a yearling, the anger he carried in his chest felt ages old.

Stormchaser’s teeth clacked, his head swung to grip her anywhere he could find purchase in her skin. The yearling’s arms grounded him, making him immovable. He attempted to force the weight of his body on top of hers.