Bearclaw Valley CAULIFLOWER IS TRADITIONAL

astara had never considered caiaphas would return to bearclaw, and yet, here she was..

only it wasn’t her, but the scent that had rippled off her like a violent miasma. astara would never forget — could never forget — that scent. 

she followed the trail at a distance, remembering the warning the crone had given them. perhaps the wretch had some last moments of mischief before her demise — either way, astara cursed the creature and his ilk as she stepped after him, noting the scent of blood along the snow. 

and then it came to her — the recognition she knew this man. a growl notched in her throat as she came up behind him, her eyes hooded in a critical stare of distrust.