Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

this woman smells of the bearskin warrior. dark fang is immediate in his reaction, appearing from the brush that guards the healing den of his brother. he was not fond of skorpa, but his eyes cannot gauge any reason to not trust his woman who comes to heal.
he is rather brusque, however, in his coming forward. blood pool eyes looking upon her ravenously. it is the look of a voracious man who knew no limits worn upon his smug face.
he seeks to cut himself between his niece and this woman. looking down a mangled snout at her, cheshire grin. snow want heal? dark fang asks for clarification.
he looks to sulukinak, then a sharp jerk of his head, ordering for her to take bearskin's wife. take. gravel voice is harsh. show chieftain.
he stands to watch. he thinks dark fang must come to know how the bearskin won such a beautiful wife.