Herbalists' Cache muradoii

ever the dutiful, hawk had not left her polar bears side. steadfast, vigilant; bringing her whatever she demanded. and the woman's fury was unmatched; she'd faced plenty of foes, but nothing matched the ire of a woman in labor. 

but she did not flinch. she held her ground, was there when the cubs were welcomed into the world. one after another, each of their cries a welcome song. hawk's eyes soft in a way only cubs could bring. 

sivaak had claimed her, and now, hawk had claimed the cubs. hers to watch, to teach, to protect. her chest filled with an instinct long thought put to rest. overcome with it, she would reach down to press a kiss atop sivaak's crown, uncaring if it was met with a bite. "you did good," she rumbled, tail swaying at her hind.