Herbalists' Cache cen

morwenna did not answer. black hawk made of herself a permanent enemy, one to be dealt with at another time. but his wife did not answer, and so sun eater was left with his blossoming assumptions and the terrible twist of her knife in his chest.

so. this was how it would be, the erosion of trust and thus feeling. gjalla had made her choice, and morwenna had chosen not lanzadoii, but her sister. "not explain, brother." she was not a caribou hunter. it did not need to be said that those who did not choose to submit were worthless. it did not need to be said that he expected a wife of a band chieftain no less to eschew all that came before.

it was his fault for not marrying lanzadoii. the core of his starwoven was different, and this would always be so.

"whatever you say to darukaal, they will come for all. so," and he stepped beyond her, beyond the herbs, "we move. away." the single eye burnished his mate. "sulukinak, meleys, and dark fang will carry little ones." all who stayed were saatsine, and he would not have them divided here. it was her chance to heed him, to show where her lot lay.

a final chance, it seemed. if she had done nothing, she would not stand against him.

his cousin showed her hand each time she spoke, and if it was to morwenna she was loyal, she was not the only. he would find each.

time was an impatient weave. he stared at morwenna and gave no word to any other wolf.