Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

Other Shore blinked, taking in the chieftain's stance. She tried what she could to mimic it. Spreading paws out, keeping eyes attentive. She did not think it was quite exactly what Sun Eater had showed, but it was close, she hoped.

Attack? She certainly could try, but she would accomplish little. Sun Eater seemed to know this quite well. Here he was, testing. Observing. Seeing what she could and could not do.
 
She obliged. Her gaze met his single eye - locked on it, for a moment, then flitted to the rest of his body. She could not decide what was easy to target and what would put her at an instant disadvantage, but quickly decided that she had little time for careful consideration.

Claws ready, tail rigid, tense, unsure. She lunged for his lower neck.