Herbalists' Cache mother bear

leering eyes prick at her spine. hawk turns after ripping a strip of hide away from flesh, blood staining her maw. she is met with a force of a woman; snow-kissed and strong. her sides heavy and swelling with life that breathed within. 

another expecting mother hawk would provide for. her eyes are watchful and sharp, but not unfriendly. she drops the hide to her feet, broad shoulders shifting beneath her weight. 

the woman's stare is hungry. not only for the kill, but for something more. hawk steps to the side, motion to the kill with her muzzle. "you eat." polar bear woman would need her strength. she looked to be expecting the birth of her cubs any day now. 

hawk lingers at her side. does not leave it, watched as the large woman tears into the kill with a ferocity that impresses her. "i am black hawk." she rumbled. "you need someone to watch over cubs?" 

babysitter and brood mother were not roles she was expecting to fill, but she would. with pride.