Herbalists' Cache mother bear

@Sivaak >: )

although she did not know where she stood now among saatsine, black hawk was not idle. her cousin's ire mattered not to her—she would stay and provide for the star-woman's cubs. that was final. 

and so she kept moving. pacing, running, hunting. anything to stay active, to keep the simmering, residual anger inside of her at bay. they had not spoken since that night. and she wishes they do not speak again. she had made it clear that she was not here for cen. 

she was not loyal to him, but to the women of the clan. 

the hunt of a caribou always did wonders to soothe frayed nerves. she stormed upon their grazing grounds with fury unleashed; had taken an ill and old cow, brought it to its shaky knees. spilled its blood and harvested its heart. she would set it aside for now, as a gift for star-woman. 

busying herself with harvesting its meat for the many mouths that had spawned, her ear flickered at the sound of snow crunching beneath feet. she did not turn from her kill, but her hackles pricked.