Herbalists' Cache homecoming

it did not take long to realize he was being followed. at first, it had been nothing more than a scent. one he didn't know, but he merely assumed it was yet another stray come to feast at saatsine. but that scent only grew stronger.

and then he heard footsteps. footsteps, the rustling of brush, and angry breathing. he turned then, readying himself for what was to come—but when he saw white fur parting brush, realization.

svalla.

blackfell sidesteps her charging, crimson eyes sliding after her as she turns on him. he is in disbelief, beyond the point of speaking. searching her face, floored by the giant scar which now mars her. she had once been a pretty girl, unfettered! now she was... a woman grown, reflecting the ferocity of her people. and blackfell was simply a man, and couldn't deny the attraction he felt to her in those few seconds.

it was gone quickly, though, replaced by a sensible mind of morals. he huffs, blowing cold breath, clearly taken aback by her presence. he can only muster:

how?