Herbalists' Cache i work so much, can't be reminded

This one is fierce, ill-tempered - it seems she's struck a nerve - but the message is clear. Although Nagruk wishes to inspect the woman further, to map his scent in her fur, she allows Gjalla to pull away with a mirrored growl of her own. "Fine. No talk of Blackfell." Her teeth click. She is not in the mood for a fight and wonders inwardly if it is just tiredness that fuels her icefire.

Letting the air huff from her lungs, she stalks stiffly to where the caribou tracks cut cleanly through the terrain. "We hunt then." It is an invitation as much as it is a command, knowing but caring little that the bloodhunter ranks above. If Gjalla is out here, Nagruk intends to remind her that Saatsine pities no one, waits for no one, and expects no mistakes of a sleepless wolf.