Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

last from DF! feel free to reference him in background

sulukinak does not move. not when he tells. instead she shows teeth. bright and white and full of fire. dark fang stares. his dark head cocks slightly, expression unreadable but clearly amused. he sees her challenge. he meets it with an exhale of putrid breath.
going to watch her stalk around him with the grace of a hunter. she was good—at that. he would not forget.
"pup teeth." he mutters in bored response, seeing her go.
as they move, he watches the healer moreso. pretty, soft, carrying roots like treasure. he thinks he could take her throat if he wanted. she would make for great offering. but he doesn’t.
"i watch," he says. a warning. then he is still and unmoving. a stone in the storm.