Herbalists' Cache cen

meleys outburst is met with hawk's deep, humorless laughter. "i am surprise cousin lets a woman speak." she muses. the threat rolls off her shoulders like water—the woman was hardly anything to be afraid of. "keep that tongue of yours quiet before i fucking remove it, sheep." comes her promise. 

the tension is nearly suffocating, and the back and forth bickering is growing tiresome. she is growing tiresome. this quarrel has gone on for long enough; it would take only one move to kickstart this war. she could grab her cousin by his throat, let his blood stain the ground. she would embrace the consequences after—for her victory would be sweeter than death by his goons. 

but she cannot. for what good is she to protect the many her queen asked, if she was dead? when the pale girl ishmira darts into the den to grab cubs, along with other shore, hawk backs off. sending a knowing look toward her queen; she would leave and guide the women carrying the cubs, but she would return.

but for now, her loyalty is sworn to the bundles of fur that cannot defend themselves.