Herbalists' Cache wind lance

she would win each grapple at the cost of her own fur and flesh torn to nothing. ribbons of skin peeled from her throat to scarify bare forever. his teeth worked inexorably toward the straining windpipe, the wide artery that ran beneath her chin. claws clutched to earth.

she shoved.

he bit.

her blood thickened around his posted bite. stag-legs locked; he moved no further, harrowing the split shoulder inside her mouth with force to maim both of them, to split her teeth.

his jaws closed around her vital pulse; sun eater pressed down in a vice, forcing her backward, yet holding them still there at the precipice.

a warrior's death for them both then, a glory for the caribou spirits.

again he hewed his blade-grip to and fro, choking, shoving, tail revolved and stiff behind him.

sun eater would not plummet alone.