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

storm-woman is quick with her approach, but hawk is honed. trained. reserved, and she dodges the woman by a hairs length. she grins, approving of the woman's ferocity. 

gjalla wields herself like an iron blade. quick, cunning. but where gjalla holds all grace and fluidity, black hawk holds strength and solidity. 

her tail lashes with energy rapidly building, but she does not strike. she reserves that strength, lets it build so it could be unleashed in a powerful blow. 

while the competition thrums in her veins, she is half-distracted. admiring the woman before her; the way muscle shifts beneath stormy hues of her fur, the gleam in those captivating eyes. she is only a woman after all, one who cannot help but allow her eyes to wander.