Herbalists' Cache wind lance

honed and sinewed body provided an egalitarian approach to a conflict that had not come with black hawk. but this time his aim was different; it was to drive out, to exile. her fangs cut into his shoulder; he drove it against her teeth with driving force, cramming shoulder into her jaws with intent hard enough to strain the corners of her mouth.

connected there, she is close, and his own jaws bound them closer, seeking through the thick fur for the muscle along the side of her neck, head hewing to and fro to rip down past skin. a dangerous bite, traded for his own shoulder.

slowly he began to wrench away, slow, steadily, his skin and muscle and fur lifting, lifting; tearing; the pain was fierce, a clawing fire down to marrow, and yet it had not yet come close to the agony suffered by moonwolves.

blood dripped in rivulets between gjalla's teeth; his teeth were painted in her own.

sun eater was silent save for breaths to adjust.