Herbalists' Cache homecoming

A bark rips through the air, sharp. commanding. a call to her hound, maybe, as she barrels away from the treeline to intervene. she had only watched, seen it escalate from bad to worse—gjalla had no interest in explaining if they left blood on their borders, on their land.

she hit blackfell hard—just enough to throw him off balance, just enough to break his hold on svalla. a brutal, no-nonsense shove, her shoulder slamming into his side as a snarl tore from her throat. "Enough."

her tone brooked no argument with him, falling harshly from her tongue with a glare that could kill. the anger in her voice was an avalanche waiting to collapse. her hackles bristled, her sharp, ice-pale gaze flickering between the two like a blade poised to strike.

"have you both lost your fucking minds?" she snapped, breath billowing in the cold like smoke. "tearing each other apart in the snow like starving dogs? like strangers?" they most certainly were not strangers, judging by their screaming-match. her head swung to her lover as she spoke: "we have enough drama here, blackfell. what is the meaning of this?"