Bearclaw Valley a tale of the ragged mountains

learning took time, astara had come to find. her teeth grazed her daughter's pelt, and she pulled away.

her counters would be swift and merciless, but not unkind. each would be a lesson.

each would teach her little daughter to become savage, feral -- every bit the cunning predator her parents were.

astara balked as avicus came for her again, this time rearing and pummeling along astara's ribs. her teeth nipped and stung, but astara only winced as she dealt her second counter, this time aiming a sharp nip at the girl's exposed belly followed by a rough shove of her shoulder.