Herbalists' Cache cen

It is all so fast.

A white blur in and out of the den; Sulukinak stepping aside as her uncle goes forward; the shouting of Morwenna—

She moves from Meleys and along the wall, to the den; lunging inside to grab a body. Are there others doing the same?

Too fast.

Sulukinak had placed herself so close on purpose, in the shadow of her aunt, and now teeth sought the nearest dark body—Ghenaya.

In, out; but could she extricate herself from this before the chaos swallowed her? There were others at her heel. The urge to clamp down those teeth around new flesh was hard to resist—

But the goal was removal, not harvest, not death. Take, run, find safety. Sulukinak felt the fat body of the child hanging like a rabbit from her teeth and ran.