Herbalists' Cache i do not know my part

@Black Hawk

the den was quiet save for the soft murmurs of sleeping children. their tiny bodies nestled against her, rising and falling with each steady breath, their warmth a steady presence against the cool morning air that drifted in from the entrance.
star eater had not moved for hours. she had bathed each of them, smoothed their downy fur with the press of her tongue, ensuring that they were clean, warm, and well-fed. even her littlest one, fa’liya, had not been neglected. if anything, she had been given the most attention, guided firmly but gently to nurse when her strength wavered.
but now, she needed something else. someone else.
her ears twitched at the den’s entrance, eyes narrowing slightly as she exhaled. then, lifting her muzzle, she let out a short, commanding howl—one that would reach black hawk and summon her without delay. there were matters to discuss. matters only a woman could hear.