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

hawk braces for the impact; cords of muscles pulling taut, her strong limbs planted. claws digging into the earth, refusing to let storm-woman topple her. her expression still calm, collected. 

the woman's wrath is tangible. a force that drives her. makes her a worthy opponent. hawk pushes back, testing that strength that enraptures her. the woman is angry, while hawk is impressed. there's a flicker of something in her gaze.

hungry. 

gjalla spits and snarls. she wishes for a true fight, and who would hawk be to deny her of that? 

she grins. "as you wish," she rasped, low and heavy. something shifts; the lanzadoii woman does not hold back. the strength she'd been hiding, collecting to reveal with an explosive charge unleashed. 

she slams her shoulder against the star-woman, lips curling to reveal teeth that had drawn blood before, and would do so again. 

and then she's moving with the precision of a lioness, lowering her head to drive it into storm-woman's side, seeking to overpower. to take.