Bearclaw Valley a tale of the ragged mountains

astara’s meet with revui and Ikkalrok had laid her low for some time — enough time for the wrath to simmer and bubble over. 

she slept in a patch of grass, waking only as she heard the light footsteps of her red-furred daughter. one glance to those curious indigo eyes and astara knew avi had approached for some reason. 

stirring to her stomach astara regraded her daughter solemnly, searching for any clue in Avicus’ posture for the reason such intensity rippled off of her in little waves.