Bearclaw Valley a seal on the subject

a day like any other, and yet, astara knew this one was different.

new wolves had come to their fold.

for so long, it had just been her and merrick...

and now, all these pretty little faces.

astara found herself relieved and bitterly upset at once -- for these faces were here for her bear and not her. they loved him, but they could not have him.

she had not forgotten their last meet. even now, with her belly full of merrick's little savages, astara found herself prowling distantly behind him. keen to observe, and yet, not so keen as to be within the centerfold.