Herbalists' Cache caribou crash

her ears flick at the sound of his approach, her head tilting when the hide hits the snow with a dull thump. she’d known blackfell was near before she even saw him—he carried himself like a storm rolling in, impossible to ignore. but this? this summons, this smug flash of teeth and demand?

her brow raises, unimpressed. you’re serious? the words are dry, unimpressed, drawn slow across her tongue like she’s certain he’s lost his mind. fight you? as if there aren’t better things to do than humor a lanzadoii with too much pride and not enough sense.

her gaze narrows, considering him in full. and oh, how unfair it is. how is that fair? she scoffs, a huff of breath curling from her nose, sharp and white in the cold. you’re bigger. meaner. got more to prove. a shrug rolls off her shoulders. you looking to win or bleed?