Herbalists' Cache gloom days

tariq supposes he should have known.

supposes he should have been more smart.

but it was the hollowing of his flanks which drove him to scavenge, to steal. it was the hollow in his stomach he felt. he had never been a good hunter; his skills had always lay purely in the fight. now the fight came, but he was sorely outnumbered.

one wolf larger than he, and the other wielding a sharpness in her eye he certainly didn't possess. these were wolves different from those he had fought in the past. tariq has no choice, though, but to square his shoulders and dip. ramming his head into the gut of the towering brute and then lashing out with teeth to the legs of the woman.

if he must go out, he will go out fighting.