Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

it was unfair; he sidestepped at the last, shoving hard to unbalance the warrior-aspirant. "not bite same place twice. make, ah. other. other ready, hm?" he attempted to communicate, circling round the snow which had become slightly beaten beneath their paws.

"watch." he dove at her, snapping toward shoulder, demonstrating a slam with his own that again did not touch, a snap to eartip. three motions in one. 

"one to hit. one to hurt. jump back, back, back," he exhorted, backing again and nodding at other shore.

"coxe."

the single eye glinted with the pleasure of the spar, his blood rising in zealous song.