Bearclaw Valley And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

while the two wolves exchanged pleasantries, merrick's blackbird drew her nose along fraser's flank. pleased at his generous display of submission, she stepped back -- allowing him both his space and his leave of her intrusive inspection.

glancing to orson, astara was aware the attention had shifted to her. with no words to offer in return, astara simply peered at that grinning mouth, flicked an ear, and then began to nose around orson. another scent had caught her attention this time -- something in the grass that was neither wolf nor bear.

feel free to skip me bc i feel like astara might be holding things up <3