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

astara's gaze roved approvingly over her sister as she noted the primal energy surrounding the rock. it was important, as she suspected -- good.

soon, her bear came with a kill clutched to his breast. astara's tail waved easily as merrick met her, brushing the ragged kill along her chest. she stepped back to flank her sister, gaze serious and yet, full of a rekindled energy.

now, things were falling at last into place.