Herbalists' Cache mud dancer

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they collided. 

sun eater remained silent. his fangs held quiet glinting in the morning light. 

this was what black hawk had not been taught: the law of tooth over word. flinging insults had already happened, and he did not respond to her mention of his mate.

a grab then, for the top of her muzzle, to shove it low, bulk shoving as he made his attempt. if she did not submit, he would push her bodily through the snow with smaller clashes until she was outside the cache.

the next moments would decide her time in saatsine.