Bearclaw Valley people passing through me, yes they do

the nightcub had been staring into the darkened depths of bearclaw when a silhouette emerged. she tensed, flickering her gaze to just beyond the figure as if expecting more wolves to outpour from the darkness.

but it was just the one: a wolf tall and gangly as she, and likely of a very similar age. astara might have approached her with interest then, except she had caught the suspicious glint in the yearling's mercury gaze. it set astara on edge, and she hunched her shoulders defensively in response.

the mouth of bearclaw remained hidden and steeped in shadow -- astara was determined to investigate, but the current guard that stood vigil before its gates posed a problem. with her ears forward in confidence, astara drifted towards nunataq -- her body language a strange mix between anticipatory excitement to meet a new friend and defensive because that friend had barked at her.