Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Like a ghost, he whisped forward from the shadows and the trees, pulling alongside the woman to bare teeth at the male. His course had been plotted here early this morning, before dawn had broken the chill of night, only to pick up the scent of the woman on the way here, her memory fresh in his mind. Lips pulled back, ears flat against his skull, he drove forward now to clash with the one that threatened his own, jaws agape so that he might score upon that flesh.