Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

astara received kiwi's silent judgment with unnerving patience. born mute, she was used to such condemnation, and it had long since failed to get her back up. her gaze flickered from the proud visitor to her compatriot - he would have to be merrick's mouthpiece.

and he was -- denoting this was ursus' claim. astara felt a stroke of pride in her chest, that her merrick had collected so handsome a bunch of wolves. curious if kiwi would say anything in response, astara mimicked her motions and sat in the snow alongside skoll amir, waiting.