Herbalists' Cache let the drum speak

he had gone to sivaak woman, spoken word of sun eater's wishes. the women there had not received him well. they had demanded he go, declining his help.
so he returned, as he told his brother he would. now, to find him standing; hoisted by sister and niece. dark fang's eyes flash with first confusion, but he catches the tail end of what sun eater has to say. it is words dark fang heard first.
his brother stalks. splitting the crowd, paws upon flesh of the ground muted thuds. a sway to his stride, a swagger that infects.
his tongue flashes out across dark teeth. i stay at brother's side. he announces. sun eater knows this already—but others do not. looking around at the faces of those he did not know. he did not need to know them. he knew the kin in front of him.
there is a man asking questions that grate on dark fang, a scowl passing to him. he speaks weakly, with no confidence. stuttering over his own words.