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

gjalla does not yield. she does not buckle beneath the force of hawk's hit, does not hit the ground and submit. and the lanzadoii woman is thrilled because of it. a tremor down her spine, a hunger for far more than wanting to win. 

in fact, she wishes she won't. there are for more satisfying ways she could soothe storm-woman's rage. 

and so she goes down willingly. strong limbs buckle, forcing her to her knees before she toppled over entirely. back hitting the snow, forcing a grunt from her lungs. 

gjalla towers over her, and hawk can't remember a time where she's seen anything more enticing. she was more than willing to yield to a beautiful woman—it was her folly, after all. she grins wolfishly, the gleam in her eye betraying the white-hot heat that floods her veins. 

hawk moves, but not to shove the woman off of her. instead, she lifts her head to bite at the soft fur of gjalla's neck. yearning, wanting. "you have me subdued, but you are not satisfied." her voice is a deep rumble. 

"you want more, don't you?" she goads.