Bearclaw Valley a predicament

for @Glaucos, @Astyanax, @Aventus or all of the above!

it's been over a moon, but Avicus still hasn't gotten over the adoption of the dead woman's pups. the sight of them at her mother's breast. the space they took up in her home and in her life. it fills her with a rage she doesn't know how to handle.

she is angry with them, and she was angry with her mother, too. Astara had, effectively, replaced Avicus and Aventus. how dare they suck at her teats? how dare she allow it?

around the edge of the rendezvous she plods, a storm writ upon her face. it rains as it has for days on end, darkening her fur to a deep rust. eyes of indigo dart, snakelike, back and forth, as if daring someone to come across her path while she's in such a mood. avoiding a fight and yet actively seeking one out. provocative as always.

thunder ahead. lightning in the distance. a storm is a-coming—and the weather comes, too.