Herbalists' Cache mother bear

the scent of blood had drawn the muradoii, as it always did. her jaw was agape, a pant affixed upon her face; saliva pooling into blood-stained jowls, fur there permanently darkened by the horrors she had wrought. she could not hunt; she was far too pregnant—and it peeved her.
so she was resigned to audience. watching with hungry, eager eyes. watching, imagining herself in the paws of the woman who worked now. taking down an old cow with precision, with strength; it lit sivaak's muscles alive and she is thrilled by the mere sight of it.
when the hunt has come to a close, sivaak makes to approach. head low, swinging between two shoulders of scars and muscle, a hungry chuff upon her lips. when black hawk turned to look, she would find a feral, blood-stained, hungry and very pregnant muradoii—leering at her with crimson eyes that admire.
sivaak likes what she sees.
sivaak eat now. a growling demand.