Bearclaw Valley You beetlebum just get numb

keeping injuries vague <3

her children were older now, often under the watchful eye of ursus. astara grew braver in her excursions, leaving them for longer lengths of time when it suited her. today a howl pressed into the fishbowl valley, and astara picked up the scent of skoll coursing it.

she strode to the pair with an unusual calmness, studying the raven-pelted male with equally dark eyes. that feature, more than anything, drew her attention -- for they appeared like twin voids in his slim skull.

should earp allow it, astara would course her nose the length of his body -- intrusive, but entirely assertive as she did so. it was her right as leader to inspect him thoroughly, see where he had been and what he had eaten and who he smelled like (better not be merrick).

should he decline, he would earn himself the rook's ire -- but for now, she made towards him with ears cupped and eyes clear with interest.