Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

not sure if there is a post order or are we doing rounds?

merrick was smiling - smiling despite the conspicuous absence of a shadow at his side.

had he replaced her, then? astara's gaze leapt around the coterie of wolves in the courtyard. which woman was it that had taken up her mantle as the bear's counterpart? corrupt fingers of inane jealousy worked their way around her heart, as she swore she would put the woman in the ground that ---

but there were none; astara's gut settled from its rearing, a flush of self-doubt ensuing.

she was being little, small, stupid.

still, little beatings of fury fluttered in her ribcage to see her spot taken. she sized up the man next to her bear - tall, strident, lanky. a harmless smile snaked across her features as she listened, yet did not partake.