Herbalists' Cache ticking time

Oh, Nagruk is growing fond of her. The words spoke ignited a twin flame beneath her skin, echoing a mantra passed down through generations of strong women and men alike. As Eros had done before, Wife had shed old furs and become something new, securing a legacy as Nagruk wishes too.

It seems they share more than one thing alike. 

Her scent is fierce, her touch electric, and Nagruk can admire her boldness for it matches her own. "It is way of Tartok," she comments gruffly with a curl of her lips, migrating to the nape where her teeth work the hairs there as she comes to stand over the smaller wolf. Wife brings out a gentle ferocity that the men of Saatsine have yet to stir and, though she is receptive to each advance, her eyes gaze beyond to Chieftain's figure.