Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

merrick urged their children away, earning astara's pointed stare: why?

they were tired, her poor children. the world was long and endless, and they had only just dipped their toe in the waters. aventus and avicus both prowled off, the former sniffing and urinating on a patch of grass, while avicus hunted crickets in the loamy soil.

for a moment astara peered after them -- her children, her pride -- they were growing into fine little killers.