Herbalists' Cache κ

he stands only still until sun eater addresses the both of them. feeling the thrum of power in the shoulder of sister at his side. turning an eye to her briefly, then back to the resting form of their brother.
jarl man, skorpa dark fang says, comes and says he will speak to you. i tell him, teeth grit, no. emotional breath, shaking anger at the man's arrogance that yet lingered bitterly on dark fang's nerves.
he say that he and his wife speak to yours, dark fang turns his nose, in the direction of the plains, that he had scented on the bearskin man's pelt. your wife decline their help. their herbs. and she say war is your fault. dark fang feels anger ripple through him, in the rising of his fur and the bristle of his hackles. say you go mad.
another breath:
that traitors went to him and begged for help. then threatened. no peace.