Herbalists' Cache song of time

sivaak's eyes cut to narrow like sharp rubies when she hears the approaching crunch of pawsteps. they are quiet, belonging to a woman of the hunt, but she discerns them easily. a lifetime of listening. sivaak's head turns, sharply, to gaze upon her niece.

teeth show when she speaks. that is women's duty. comes her harsh reply, as she sniffs around the roots of the great tree, eyes slicing along the ice. then, her paws rake. rake away snow in great drags, uncaring as to whether or not suliya falls victim to any of her shoveling.

sivaak dig. sivaak rumbles. pups come in few days. future of muradoii. a pointed glance, then. sivaak not contaminate black scar pups with muradoii energy.