Herbalists' Cache κ

Though Meleys could not share these words with Dark Fang at the moment, she knew this man not to be a glacier wolf, from the meeting which she had bare witness to. He was a wolf of a mountain further, aiming to seek peace between the neighboring northern clans. 

Meleys listens now, as blood is licked from the maw of their visitor and in his hunkering down over the meat, shares news of the north. There is many things which Meleys wishes to say, but does not know the words to speak them. Fight. Own. Fight Saatsine. She shakes her head. No, that did not help. She lifts her head to Dark Fang with a sigh. Tell him Saatsine hunter disrespect her chieften. So chieftan punish his subordinate. Was this not the way of all packs? For the alpha to reprimand his lessers when required? Tsk! She spats. 

Blackfell's challenge against Sun Eater meant little now that he was no longer here. He had left those he wished to lead, with such a challenge. Had left his wife. These things had nothing to do with Darukaal, other then them making it about Darukaal. Now the glacier wolves demand the north mountain to fight with them and because they would not, had broken their peace-bond. A good thing for Saatsine, for now they did not have to worry about a larger army. 

He mad. She nods. Yes, yes. And the madder he would only be with these news, for his wife to deny healing aid offering from Winsook. We all mad. She lifts again, a flash of her fangs, a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat. 

She had heard of northman. Some as wild as Muradoii. That feasted like gluttons and hungered for blood all the same, as the way into the kingdom of their afterlife. They feared death not. Meleys licked her maw. Perhaps he was not this type, though he made look the part. 

Come to heal.... A shrug. Stay away. No matter. Darukaal bring war. Get war.