Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

in that customary quiet, astara lead averna to the singular entrance of the claw.

each step closer, she felt an affirming feeling settle around her. this -- this was meant to be -- and finally, her sister and her life was clicking into place.

at the stony entrance a singular rock rose, the lone bastion signifying bearclaw's sole entrance. astara paused here. she had always fancied that rock important, powerful in some way -- and glanced to averna to see if she noted the granite column before she threw back her head in howl for @Merrick.