Herbalists' Cache cen

and like a rabbit flushed from its burrow, she is caught by the neck.

blood pours from fresh-cut wounds. sun eater is relentless, ripping tufts of fur by the roots in a frenzy. he is a madman, hellbent, forcing her facedown into the dirt. she tucks her chin to avoid slamming the child against the ground, eyes squeezed shut.

and then he has her by the back of the neck, shaking like she is caught prey. shredding. ishmira's instincts tell her to let go, to scream. plead submission at the man's feet and pray he grants her mercy. but morwenna has given her an order. take caan, run, keep him safe.

and so she does not let go, even as his teeth flay her flesh.