Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

there was an ire burning in sun eater. he had not quite understood why nagruk and blackfell had fought at all. now he understood. "no cache," he growled, glancing between them both though it was the blackbird upon which his eye settled. "no need cache."

did they not understand? he found his peace, held it. "no stealing. he not steal. he eat. give him meat. see our strength. our kills," the chieftain went on. "we not keep this land,  uuts'taa. it why we leave river."

anger, voice raising; "we not need keep food! that weak, for pack who stay always and never walk. every day we kill first blood. caribou give all. we take all. not fight over meat."

"all land saatsine home. nagruk understand," he said pointedly, holding the hunter's stare. "man killed for nothing."

his tail lashed the air. "we kill if threat. if teeth lift to star eater. to young. we kill if attack. we kill when i say."

he glared between the sun clan wolves. "bury him."