Bearclaw Valley rolling in and caught again

the preparation of @Merrick's altar complete (and the surprise yet to be revealed), astara busied herself now with making bearclaw valley her home.

for the last year, she had made a life being a vagrant. to come to the same den every day, to each daily -- it seemed a civilized life she was not used to.

but one she deserved.

squatting to mark along the perimeters (particularly where the crone had rested, her spirit fleeing her body - how astara wished that scent would fade!), astara left long gouges in her wake. clawmarks, riddled with scent -- to let all know she lived here.