Herbalists' Cache life feels worse, but good with you in it

the storm-woman's decision is made. hawk does not need to hear more. her chuckle is deep, approving of the woman's choice. she steps away from her side, only to round and face her at an arms length away. 

eyes curious while burning with competition that ignited in her veins. a spark that caught on tinder, to burn until their spar over and a victor decided. 

she may not soothe gjalla's thunder with words. but she would help her harness it into something greater. 

broad shoulders square, thick tendrils of muscle stiffening. coiling tight with anticipation, she stood tall and resolute. head lowers to guard her neck, she smirks. 

"on your move, gjalla."