Herbalists' Cache muradoii

calf time! @Ts'okhun @Yahkone @Pikpaksriruk @Unnamed / @Black Hawk @Suliya

she paced outside the den she and suliya had dug out. relentless, impatient. feeling as if her insides were gnawing upon themselves, her flesh gorging; her body temperature rising. a furnace smelting, sivaak suffered. a fate she had not ever saw herself succumbing to, but now that it was here:
she must face it as any warrior.
attempts to touch by either of the women accompanying her would be met with teeth. when she grew restless of pacing, she retired to the den, nesting furiously; with the vigor of a mad-woman. when she grew tired of that, it was back to pacing. a long, drawn out cycle of repetition that ended in a great crowning.
she had sung a war cry bolstered from the depths of her chest with such strength she had not ever harnessed before. demanding, demanding, demanding! threatening castration of black hawk, threatening death to suliya.
one pup led to two. two led to three. three to four. genders did not matter; each would be treated the same. they would be strong. they would scream, and if they did not scream, she would kill. instinct drove her to care for them in ways she had not intended to; tongue lapping furiously at their scruffs, their bodies. providing them warmth.
blood red eyes searching, scrutinizing.