Herbalists' Cache Snowhawk

The young male’s features were hard-lined and inkjet like a piece of obsidian. She could see the tension in his body become taught like her own -- their guards raised until they could appraise the other’s demeanor. In a way, Moon Runner felt as if she looked at her own reflection…. they spoke the same wild language.

He echoed her own call. Moon Runner’s spirit was confident but cautious. She would not put herself in harms way.

Her ears cupped towards him and her expression was bright and interested.

Moon Runner approached, but on the bias. Walking head-on towards a stranger would have been a precursor to conflict.

Her tail wagged softly as her nose raised to take scent from the air.

Who are you? Her spirit asked again.

It was then she detected the presence of another nearby by smell. Her advance halted and Moon Runner wondered if it was wise to flee.