Herbalists' Cache Protect the coven

sivaak is disturbed by the noise of children. a noise that she has not grown used to, but has grown to tolerate. motherly instincts be damned, the muradoii matriarch burns with vigor.
rolling over, ignorant to the squalor of children as they search for purchase at their mother's belly. sivaak looks with cold red eyes; three healthy girls and a son.
soon, the blood-drinker thinks. soon, muradoii will rise.