Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

Slow.

Calm.

Quiet.

Awake.

The tread was not the familiar tread of her bear. Her husband was not near; he did not need to be. She was awake. And by the time Astara was near enough, Ikkalrok erupted forth from the den without so much of a snarl as an answer. Astara would only ever know her teeth. With her brood at risk, there was nothing else for her to do.