Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

he brought his shoulder up, controlling where it might crash into the side of her mouth. a brush, however, happened all the same; a small collision he felt in his muscle there. it had been an apt attempt all the same, and he nodded.

"coxe." he punctuated the order, circling to one side, tail lashing. "harder. use teeth, more."

he had seen her think, he had seen her ponder;

now he wished to observe the wild biting that existed beneath the hide of any wolf. and to build such anger, sometimes one must fall more than once.

his eye dared her on.