Herbalists' Cache damson

a gristly show of teeth followed wolf dreamer’s serpentine step forward. 

that was all it took for the conversation to arrive at its natural conclusion. a current of fur rippled along her nape as if his teeth had found her. 

something you do not understand. why did you take them? 

did he think so little of her?

qiao could explain to this man that both parents were dead and she had secured their future to a higher purpose. but he was owed nothing, and qiao would give her neck before she bent to the will of men.

with a hiss, the crone seized the bundle of herbs at her feet and launched their bristling ends at his insolent face — hoping the momentary distraction would be enough for her to seal her escape. 

if she was lucky, maybe one of the finer points might pierce an eye.