Herbalists' Cache cen

dark fang watches morwenna speak. her words slice through the air, but they don’t reach him. she lies! her words don’t match her actions. he stands stiff beside sun eater, eyes cold, narrow. his jaw clenches, his muscles tight.
betrayal stings his blood.
he does not know this woman and yet he burns in the face of her. he feels greatly for his brother; that he has been duped so viciously by a woman let into his heart.
his head lifts from where it'd been lowered, and he feels the bristling of his fur as brown connects like electricity with the cold blacks of his brother. he sees fit to interject, once, fanatic eyes raking harsh over morwenna. violence, he exhales, is to let cubs see the strength of the sire. his breath quivers, visible as it plumes from nostrils and mouth.
challenge to chieftain must go answered. sister does not matter. dark fang's ears twitch, head tilting in a quick jolt. it is way. i defy chieftain one day and i expect his teeth to meet.
hypothetical truth. the way of all people, not just lanzadoii. what does she not understand?
does the mind think itself so important that she be exempt?
she speaks and he hears only excuses and no answers. dark fang looks once to sun eater, feels the bubbling of agitation under his own skin. she avoid. he spits in his ear.