Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

last post for me too!

she's swallowed maybe three or four crickets, and rears up to look beyond the grass. searching, searching—oh. Aventus has drifted off to sleep, curled up atop a rock. her parents are focused on each other. she is alone in this snacking quest.

Avicus lets out a brief exhale, a quiet snort, and continues on. the crickets have wised up, though; now that they're aware of the red menace, any flash of russet sends them hopping for the hills. after several unsuccessful attempts, she gives up the chase. 

she flops down lazily onto one side, panting slightly. her eyelids are drooping, too. should Astara and Merrick find her in only a few moments, she'll be well on her way to dream-land.