Herbalists' Cache mud dancer

morning came. he rose with a purpose, having slept outside the snow shelter. 

water nor food he sought, nor hunting nor the reprieve of open land. it was @Black Hawk, and the set of his cheekbone said he would drag her bodily across the snow if she did not heed.

indeed, single eye cold, he bore down upon her; fight or not, his jaws gaped to subdue. to dominate.

she was his kin, and therefore his to keep and to punish. there was a second chance in the threatening pinch of his teeth, if she would at last see it.