Herbalists' Cache bloodkin

another stranger. this one bloodied, laced in the perfume of a woman. its scent was jarring, lifting his lip in a wild curl of want.

the chieftain tempered himself. who dared to come so close, reeking so? one who thought himself invincible.

long strides carried him in aimed trot toward the shadow in the snow, the single eye baleful with his intense instinct to protect.