Bearclaw Valley some kind of plastic i could wrap around you

her companion saw the creature first. astara's sharp eyes followed his gaze, noting the way his body instinctively morphed into something predatory and alert. before, he had looked innocuous. now, he was transformed to something feral and dangerous.

she slunk after him, her indigo eyes on the flash of russet pelt between boughs of grey and brown. the scent was thicker here, cloying her nostrils and summoning a territorial bloodthirst within her veins.

astara loped into a long run, the crackle of her forepaws on leaf-litter meant as a distraction as taylor closed in, like the knife the sacrificial lamb never sensed.