Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

"yes," he grunted, pleased with her quick understanding. "they bring weak to herds. we kill, keep weak from other caribou."

this was a law unstated among their kind, but the lanzadoii had made it their culture and reason. other shore was wise to observe the lesser members of the ranging ruminants; soon she would be among their hooves.

"before? you hunt?" curious as the chieftain was regarding her past, today was to see her limits and potential as a hunter. its first root was in seeing, and that she had done.

snow flew through the air. he exhaled a plume of hot steam. "a caribou in dying is —" he searched for the word and found nothing, finished instead with, "has danger. kick. sharp feet. can cut." eager young men of the lanzadoii, rushing forward to draw first blood, had fallen more than once to the death flailing of a fading animal, its razoring hooves slicing open the straining jugular, the large artery of the thigh.

not among his own. he did not wish to see it happen.