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

the raven regarded the duo at her doorstep coldly — for while astara had disliked all of them from the start, it had been nyra’s outright disrespect by staring astara down (therefore violating every tenet of natural wolf behavior any sensible wolf upheld) that had first set all of this in motion.

(and later, nyra’s assault on astara’s child only further cemented astara’s poor opinion of the saintswoman and her ilk)

lest that bear repeating: her child — HER CHILD — had been attacked. in his own home nonetheless.

astara logically expected humility; a graceful and heartfelt apology for her son’s grievous condition.   surely a competent leader would be horrified to learn the cup runneth over in regards to the unfailing ineptitude of his subordinate.

instead of an apology, astara was met with open male pride. a subtle dig at her emotions.  really? that is what the eminent and great leader of the saints chose to lead with, while his alliance with the all powerful Ursus hung tentatively in the balance. 


when one of his own had savaged her son in his fucking home. 

while astara was unaware her jealousy was so openly communicated, one thing was clear — she had never articulated her reason for disliking any of them. for all they knew she could just be another frigid bitch with an axe to grind. 

(until her son was nearly killed in his own home)

the blackbird blinked in disbelief. men and their fucking insufferable egos! here Aventus lay moments from Death’s door, and Donovan leads the brigade with a thinly veiled insult directed at her!

astara glanced to toad and evien — would they find the decorum of the saints on their doorstep equally disappointing?

they, like her, possessed some modicum of common sense. they, like astara, had seen Ursus’ darling boy flung about like a ragdoll. 

she set the full burn of her untrusting gaze back to Donovan, wondering if the smaller male to his side might be the brains of the operation. if that was so, Derg had woefully few seconds to salvage the situation.

Astara trusted Evien would serve as her mouthpiece. one needed to only glance at the Bruintooth to learn her full feelings on the matter; Donovan was here because of his own member’s mistake — and unless he groveled and somehow appealed to the blackbird’s emotions, his alliance with the Bears was coming to an unremitting close.