the muradoii queen had been scraping away at a stretched hide when the disturbance took the attention of her calves. there is an annoyed grumble that she makes, but her own crimson glittering moves to watch.
seeing the crippled, large-bodied son of her mate approach him with a hazardous confidence in his wobbling step. something that draws amusement from both present children and sivaak herself, who cannot help but to obnoxiously chortle as response.
but immediately turning back to her work, though keeping a lingering attention within her peripheral. she would pretend to not be interested, but if things turned violent, sivaak would rally quickly behind the chieftain.
and selfishly hopes for the muradoii spawn to see their first glimpse of true blood shed in battle between two hunters.
