Wapun Meadow If I was out of my body you would see the truth

she is not ignorant to her dam's ire. she's unaware of the reason, sure, but the intensity rippling through Astara is catching, and she finds herself bristling, too. the atmosphere is tense, like the day when her dam had crushed the woman's throat between her jaws. she expects more blood today.

her indigo gaze locks on the man with her mother's eyes. he has not yet spoken. he has not yet acknowledged the strange resemblance between himself and Ursus's queen.

and the words continue.