Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

astara did not need to wonder for long; a thief, now captive.

living, but soon dead.

she caught her red dove's curious glance back to her. go on, astara seemed to say -- not entirely oblivious to the excitement that seemed to rise around her brother like a darkening miasma.

they were her children, that no one could argue -- but in this hour, they were explicitly merrick's.

she set back on her haunches and watched, feeling tension ripple from her frame like lapping waves as her bear beckoned her children near.

should he kill them --