Herbalists' Cache muradoii II

the stench was something hawk quickly had become accustomed to. it licked at her nose, filling each breath; it was a price she was willing to pay for the muradoii woman. each day she'd witnessed the woman's sides grow, and each day a maternal instinct stirred inside her. they were not her cubs by blood, but she claimed them nonetheless. just as her wife had claimed her. it was not met with protest. the woman was...brutal, but there was a grim beauty to it.

beguiling, even if hawk was met with fang and blood. and so when her woman beckoned, she came. slipping outside the den to join her. brushing against that swollen side of hers, uncaring if she was met with a sneer or snap of jaws. it was a risk she was willing to take. "sea will never take me." she answers gruffly. a chuff of affection, she does not let the woman go two steps before she's scenting her. reaffirming the claim. her woman.

"you are hungry?" hawk's voice is still rough with sleep. but she is ready; always ready. a hungry wife meant hungrier pups. and she was nothing if not dutiful enough to provide.  "tell me what you want to eat." whatever it may be, she would slay it. for her mate and for the pups that stir within sivaak's womb