Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

"have not tasted rabbit in many time. only caribou." the sinew, the fat, the marrow, the breath; what more did he need? what more did any need? even their pelts could be stripped for the eight-week settling.

fighting. he threw his gaze over her in scrutiny. there was no tinge to the girl which suggested she might be a warrior, but sun eater had learned not to underestimate. "in hunt, you learn fight. caribou and wolf. bone. blood. heart. breathing. hm? same. but only wolf have teeth. learn hunting and when fight come, you ready."

hunting required patience, a grasp of the surrounding world, an internal mapping of stars and terrain. demand of drag and clutch upon muscle built the body, and brushing pelts with death for each hunt made the saatsine brazen.

would other shore come to be the same?

he lingered here in their talk;

"you want learn? many bloodhunters to teach. i teach," grandly offered, a lash of his tail as he kept the one eye focused always on the caribou and their every movement.