Herbalists' Cache ticking time

The sound vibrates her chest as the woman comes to ask of Tartok. "Yes," she breathes, and though there is no trace of recognition, Nagruk is proud to indulge her curiosity all the same. "Tartok is family - sometimes, not blood. A name that carries strength." A strength, perhaps, shared by Wife in different ways. 

It is not uncommon for a woman of her lineage to seek the comforts of another lady in this way, but Nagruk's motivations are almost devoid of attraction, searching to possess what Chieftain calls his own. "Your cubs come soon." A pause; she meets the gaze of the other with knowing fire as jaws part to clutch the skin of her scruff. If she wishes to stop, Nagruk would oblige, though her mind is already caught in the tangle of a higher complex.