Herbalists' Cache homecoming

her footsteps fell heavy and sure. there was no doubt in her mind now, as she bore daggers into the back of the boy now turned man. faster her steps fell until she was sprinting, panting and seething with a ferocity that would match the gods. 

"you," came her wild snarl. voice mature and rough with ire, no longer the gentle and mischievous note she sang as a child. barreling toward him with a speed that surprised even herself, only for him to sidestep the last second. 

claws of ivory carved through the snow as she slid to a stop. wheeling around, her pale lips curled. fury alight in her eyes, fury she wished to harness and use to rip him limb from fucking limb. 

his shock was not lost on her. she'd grown, too, just as he had, into a formidable thing. a huntress, a warrior, a true wildling of the north. he was still larger, but she'd fought men bigger. had killed men bigger. 

she launched again, her svelte form cutting through the air with one true purpose. crashing against his side, in hopes of toppling him over, pinning him to the cold ground. "fucking left! like a coward!" she seethed, saliva flying from her maw. she snapped her jaws wildly, praying to sink her teeth into his flesh.

the muscle she'd trained so hard to obtain solid, coiled. like a viper ready to strike. "and now you fucking hide in this shithole?"