Herbalists' Cache like a dog with a bird at your door

"because i had to be smart about it, you fucking idiot!"

her words crash over him like a breaking storm, furious and unrelenting, her lips peeling back over her fangs. "you think i should've just let you two tear into each other like mongrels in the dirt? or worse, help you maul her for no reason other than to stand by you?" 

a scoff, sharp and incredulous. "think, blackfell!" she hisses, pushing closer, her muzzle nearly brushing against his. "what the fuck was i supposed to do? let you rip each other apart and then explain to sun eater why there’s a dead woman on his doorstep?"

her rage is a living thing, sweltering in the heat pooling low in her belly, in the tightness of her chest. she hates how much her body betrays her, how her scent has begun to shift, thickening the air around them. it makes her even angrier that her body chooses now to ready itself.

"i did not question you. i asked you what happened, and you told me to piss off."

her eyes gleam, heavy with something deeper than anger, something like hurt. "whatever you were fighting about is not the problem," she snaps, breath hot against his face. "it is the fact that you think it appropriate to talk down to me in front of a stranger as if i am any less than you.”