Herbalists' Cache mother bear

hawk does not shy away from her feverish touch, or the cool press of her nose. teeth follow, nipping at her throat, but not hard enough to draw blood. the woman is primal in nature—and this excites the woman who walks among caribou. a deep, low rumble of pleasure leaves her as she leans into the touch.

black hawk muradoii. there was a time once, where she would have laughed at the idea. she would have found it preposterous! she believed she was lanzadoii through and through. until she met her cousin, until she'd witnessed his pride and his corruption. 

that might be what rushes through her veins, but she did not wish for it. not anymore. she would make herself a new name and a new life; one with this muradoii woman in it. one with the children inside sivaak in it. 

hawk follows. brushing against the woman's side, letting her lean her heft upon her strong side if she wanted. she would support her; it was her duty now. the same promise she made to star-woman, if not greater. 

the thought of watching sivaak harm cubs if they were deemed weak did stir something within her. an uneasiness. it would bother her...but perhaps, once she learns the ways of muradoii, she would not. or perhaps she would save whichever cub sivaak wished to harm. 

it was no matter; her woman was strong, and so her pups would be strong, too. "do what you must. it's muradoii way." she chuffed. "but i will help raise. they are mine now, too. as are you."