Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

blessed -- or cursed. astara did not find the beasts in her belly a blessing; they were something else, yet time had a way of showing just what mettle they were made of.

the blackbird remained still as others dispersed, though her gaze lingered on ico as he bid her congratulations. such a twisted world -- was it a good thing to bear children? her muzzle twisted in a thin line silently, disappearing as her bear returned to her side.

where he belonged.

her rueful gaze scathingly landed upon ulysses then, as if gloating -- wordlessly she turned aside and prowled off, the flick of her tail the only sign merrick was invited near.