Herbalists' Cache κ

nearer the cache but not really going in, set after skorpa leaves here
@Dark Fang

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a white fang knew when to hold, and so pulling a halt the bearman surveyed a thronged clearing. even from here he smelled the scent of blood, of saliva reeking on tufts of fur.

a bad omen.

rolling shoulders beneath the bearskin, skorpa called out that he had come to speak with sun eater, if it was able.

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