Bearclaw Valley a

there was a tumble as the monolith collapsed, the ground shaking.

astara withstood the reverberations whilst her throat constricted. fucking bears -- why was it merrick worshiped them, when this one had the collective intelligence of a rock?

if she were a bear, she'd smack wolves so hard their skulls would dislodge from their spine and go splintering into the rocks behind them.

if she were a bear, merrick would know the true fear of worship.

she remained still, her ears flopping to the side as she suddenly felt avicus' form roll between her ankles. glancing down upon him, astara realized he had fell; her gaze narrowed -- had this bear done anything to her son? suspicion riddled her thoughts, and had she the capability, she might have answered the brute's query. being that she had never spoken a word, astara's communicative glare would have to do: why are you so close to my child, beast?