Bearclaw Valley from the spiritual poisons we expel at night

his gaze moved from bone to face. astara's rough shoulders eased. a tense treaty, then, for the space put between them.

she measured his presence with cutting eyes; who was he, which of the wolves had brought him in? he was not tall and striking like ulysses, nor slim and fragile like eco - something between, with dark eyeliner around soft eyes astara found compelling.

she shifted the bone, inhaling deep. he didn't seem interested in her bone, and that kept her at ease. ignoring toad, astara continued to worry the tissue between her teeth for some time before tiring.

<3 i'm going to close this up, but dm me if you want it back open - i just want to cut down on older threads in my threadlog.