Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

a demand rung the air -- visitors darkening their doorsteps.

astara turned along the pine path, prowling towards the gates of bearclaw. there before the stony palisades stood the alpha that could not control his members -- the very same alpha of the she-wolf that had mauled her son.

in astara's eyes it had not been enough they had chased nyra from their claim. she prowled close, regarding the male and his counterpart coldly.

unless he was here for an apology in the form of nyra's severed head bequeathed to her in faithful reparation, he could fuck off.