Bearclaw Valley death note

astara planned to visit wapun, perhaps scour more of the meadow for food. she did not expect to see Rosina, dead within their doorstep.

chilled by the rigidity of the woman, Astara nosed the grave cuts along the woman’s fur. the scent of the attacker still clung to the dampened pelt, though blood had been washed clean by the spray of rain.

Astara had never loved Rosina — had even been hatefully jealous of the witch’s favor with Merrick — but now a new form of rage coursed its way icily through Astara’s veins. In silence her gaze turned to Easthollow, her jaw set with unflinching animosity.