Herbalists' Cache poison arrow

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It is the scent of blood that draws her.

Chieftain, lying cold. A spiderling girl, a shadow, and one of light and dark - and Star Eater; Nagruk's lips peel in a throaty snarl. Blood of Issitoq, blood of: "Gjalla." 

She lets Wife run to her children, lets the others tend or watch or weep. Ears prick to catch his words, icefire gaze boring holes into his red-soaked body. If he is weak, he would die, but without a leader his people would scatter. Would fight. This, she understands. This, she embraces with a triumphant cold heart.

War Chief. Issumatar. They did not seem so different now.

"Hide him. Guard him." Her first command, to the piebald woman of his blood. Gjalla would come for revenge and Nagruk intends to starve her of that satisfaction one way or another. She thinks of Blackfell, his allyship with the glacier; it is the first place she deduces the traitor would turn, that the stormwoman would follow too in the wake of her man. The call is risky, but she will not stay here like sitting ducks for Gjalla and her men to slaughter.

The horn of battle is too tempting to ignore.

"Gather men, women! We march north to glacier away from cubs, away from mothers. No more peace, no more politics," Tartok's roar shakes snow from the trees of Sun Clan's forest camp. This is what she is made for, this is her chance to meld both clans. To lead. To prove. They would need bodies here to protect the vulnerable, but Nagruk hopes to halt an invasion in it's infancy. She turns to @Sulukinak who reeks of Darukaal, her care for Chieftain acknowledged and brushed aside with a grunt. "Take us there. Gjalla will die." If she has not already from blood loss. "We bring fight to them. We bring war!"