Herbalists' Cache damson

ah, so she had taken the pup. anger, unfamiliar, coursed wolf dreamer. he had built the burial cairn himself and felt chased by emotion that she had torn the child from his dying father.

she stepped back and he advanced, suddenly a hale example of his well-fed kind, primed with a flash of wolftooth. "something you do not understand. why did you take them?"

it called to her. as it called to you. power, boy. power. beware.

another step.