Bearclaw Valley i've seen their worlds inside my head

mm mm mm. the game is hers, and she gnaws softly but devotedly. only when she feels her mother stiffen and sees her brother cower does she cease, dropping Astara's now saliva-coated tail to stare up at the newcomer.

he. . .looks like them. he's one of them. Avicus draws in his scent and finds it smells of home, but of nothing entirely familiar.

she takes a hesitant step forward, then another, belly dragging against the ground as she stalks. her growing ears swivel uncertainly atop her head as she casts her midnight gaze toward the stranger.

questioning, always.