Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

when exhaustion did not ground sun eater, he sat up as often as he was able, slowly mending through the hours. sinew stood stark; flaps of bloody flesh hung down over reddened ivory hints here and there.

sharp his head rose at the tread of sulukinak and dark fang — and a third. yes. he knew this one, this pretty mountain-runner with the ugly husband. the woman who had called for peace between the clans.

tongue seethed to lick his jaws. "they trust, to let you close," sun eater said of his watchful bloodkin.