Herbalists' Cache caribou crash

suliya watches him from the corner of her eye, breath curling like smoke as she flicks snow from her whiskers. a rumble builds in her chest, low and daring, as he charges her—too predictable, blackfell.

she twists, nimble and sharp, letting his shoulder collide with her flank, but she absorbs the blow like stone. the ground gives a bit beneath her, but she’s not sprawling, no. instead, she rolls with it, using his own momentum to pivot, jaws flashing as she snaps—just shy of his exposed ribs. a warning, a laugh.

you leave your belly open, stag. her voice is velvet over steel, breathless from the rush, teeth bared in a grin. what a mistake.

she darts beneath him before he can rear, ducking close enough that her shoulder brushes his stomach, and with a savage grace, she kicks back her hindleg, aiming to send his haunches tilting sideways into the snow.

do not command me, she throws over her shoulder, breath hot and wild as she bounds away in a blur of pale fur, taunting him to chase. catch me, if you can.