Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

The woman barely answers before the hulking figure of her half-uncle appears, and when his voice booms with command, she bristles and stares him down rather than move with any prompting. He was not chieftain; he was nobody to Sulukinak, and she did not appreciate the tone of his voice, as if he held any sway over her behavior.

She flashes her front teeth at him, petulant, and does not move until Dark Fang has seen the challenge in her bright, wide eyes. She cuts around him with the expert finesse of one used to stalking quietly; and then beside the healer, ushers her along without another glance to the stranger man.

Sulukinak wasn't about to turn away the access to healing, not when her uncle needed it so desperately. The woman did not smell of Darukaal and that eased some of the girl's frayed nerves. Come, then.

Away they go, but at a pace set by Sulukinak rather than the demand of some man's ego.