Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

brows once raised in question now furrowed with irritation. they were being scolded for this rats death? they were in the wrong for snuffing a strange that may have very well became a threat? 

black hawk bristles. her posture stiffens, her muzzle tipping upward with indignation. she thought her cousin would of had the sense to recognize they'd been proactive. 

she thought wrong. 

"you would have a threat walk amongst your people? to stalk, to plot?" her voice is calm as she speaks, but a fury burns within. "you would have your children put at risk, so we may feed some stray?"

she sucked at the back of her teeth. she is disappointed, and it's scrawled across her expression. "what if that man was not satisfied with food?" what if he'd wanted his wife? his unborn cubs?

how could her cousin not see the bigger picture? 

he had one eye, but he may as well be truly blind.