Bearclaw Valley some kind of plastic i could wrap around you

astara had no rejoinder, but it did not mean she was not interested in merrick's newest acolyte. her gaze roved unabashedly over the male -- curiously tracking every hard muscle, every notch and depression -- wondering just what it was that drew fields into their fold.

her tail waved amiably. he was not a female, and so, he was spared the furious wrath of astara's fearsome jealousy. after all, merrick would never partake -- right..? her gaze panned off of the male finally, roving to a patch of fern where she had thought she had scented coyote.

walking past the tawny figure astara nosed the hard ground. she looked behind her once: coming?