Herbalists' Cache Protect the coven

This place reeks of meconium and newborn dribbling. She can’t spend an eternity here.

The third-born cub and second-born girl can hardly crawl, can hardly lift her nose, but she looks around with newly opened ocean-blue eyes for the great provider and voices her loud dissatisfaction.

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.