Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

the pelvic bone cast away, astara turned her simmering gaze to the borders where a howl parted from the trees. she jeered at the bone and lifted herself from the snow, following the tracks of skoll amir towards the thinning tree line.

a woman lingered. astara noted her with a coldness; she looked hale, and something about her overall demeanor suggested she was perhaps more wicked than her little frame insinuated. astara found herself drawn with curiosity, and she rounded the stone with an alert but non-possessive slouch. if the woman was here, surely she wanted something -- astara would give her audience, if nothing else.