Herbalists' Cache mud dancer

the way a wheel spin decided this ;;

a war raged within her, far more dangerous than the one her cousin inflicted. to stay or to go—to swallow her pride and submit to a man that disgusted her so...or follow her kill-brothers path and leave. 

it would be simple, if it weren't for the promises she'd made. not only to star-woman, but sivaak. the muradoii who had staked her claim; the woman hawk had also worn to protect. 

women were difficult. perhaps this she and sun-eater could agree on, in a different time. 

part of her wished to fight. to tear into her cousin and make him see the reason he hasn't. but her duty, her promises...

his teeth meet her muzzle, snagging into her skin. she does not yelp, she does not cry. she welcomes the pain, the blood that stains her maw and floods past her lips, before she's peddling back. 

"i yield," she rasped. pride swallowed, her decision made. she would live beneath him, for the sake of star-woman and sivaak.