Bearclaw Valley they are the force between

they traveled, aventus' back to astara. coldness radiated from him -- cold as night or an endless shadow.

around a tree the scent wound. astara was inspecting the delicate pinestraw when a shade fell from above with a sickening whump -- she too was taken by surprise. a shriek of motherly umbrage tore from her throat, ending in a growl as astara lunged towards the creature.

it buffeted and attacked her son with alarming ferocity. perhaps she had underestimated the wolverine's tenacity, and overestimated the safety of her son -- no matter, this was life -- and it was rarely kind. she drove for the wolverine's hind leg, aiming to pluck the savage beast from her son and drag it backwards by its hock.