Herbalists' Cache caribou crash

suliya snarls, a sound more animal than woman, raw and guttural as she crashes into the snow beneath him. the force sends a shudder through her ribs, the cold biting against her back, but she does not falter—not for long. she twists, wild and unrelenting, hind legs coiling like a spring before she explodes upward, seeking purchase against blackfell’s chest, his throat, anything to unseat him.

her teeth snap dangerously close to his muzzle, a warning, a challenge. the man is heavy, his weight pressing her into the frozen ground, but suliya is not easily conquered. she fights with the ferocity of her blood, the hunger of a woman who has something to prove, and she does not yield.

you think you catch me so easy? she spits, voice thick with defiance, breath curling like smoke in the frigid air. her fangs flash as she twists again, aiming to snake her jaws toward his shoulder, to dig in, to punish him for his arrogance.

this was no simple game. this was war, and she would not lose.