Herbalists' Cache but my aching soul

gjalla hardly had a moment to roll her eyes at him before he was on her.

a sudden burst of movement—no warning, no tell—just pure force as he slammed into her side. it sends her feet skidding against the earth as she fights to keep herself upright. her legs lock beneath her, desperate to maintain her footing beneath the weight of him.

she twisted sharply, using the momentum of his lunge against him. her frame was lean, and built for agility whereas he was brute force—her shoulder angling to absorb the brunt of his hit before she shoved back, hard, throwing her weight into his chest in retaliation.

already, it was reminiscent of their first reunion. "still an oaf," she bit out, breath quick, eyes bright with something sharp and eager. her heart pounded in her chest, body thrumming with energy—adrenaline licking at her veins like fire.

with no hesitation, she lunged back at him, teeth flashing for the thick fur of his ruff, aiming to knock him off balance in return.