Herbalists' Cache raining fire

she hears the word and she only grumbles in response, content to tuck herself within her snow shelter and not move. she would listen to this war and revel in what happened.
or...
she sees suliya come close when the man leaves. sivaak growls from within, a low, rumbling noise; then clicks teeth. nudging children away and then emerging slowly from within.
paws crunching against old, hardened snow.
i fight. she says. you stay. the delusional rumblings of a veteran, and the woman makes to begin waddling off. belly still thick with milk.