Herbalists' Cache muradoii II

"hmm. we will fix this." Hawk's smirk is roguish but fleeting. she still carries the scent of her queen and the den she whelps in; the various herbs and mosses that line Morwenna's shrine. it would not do. Hawk was to become muradoii, and with that she'd have to leave lanzadoii behind, and that woefully included her queen. their bond could not become the selfish, primal thing the woman yearns for. and so, she'd find it with Sivaak. a gruesome woman who had staked her claim and would not release.

the orders given, they are on the move. blazing through the snow, Hawk's nose teases the ground. jaws parted to huff inside scent, both stale and fresh. her wife would not be satisfied with anything less than a caribou's calf. and even that, she fears, would not be enough. Hawk will rise to the challenge and she will prove her worth in those eyes of murder. there is a thrill that drives her; not just for the hunt, but the desire to please her woman. to become new in the ways of muradoii.

an ox herd is near, their scents musky and thick. their prints heavy within the snow. they would be fat and plump; their meat and marrow would feed her wife and the muradoii pups that stir within her. she sets the lead with a flag of her tail.