Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

i'm... a little lost on the posting order so please whack me if i am out of turn <3

her son's silhouette arced against the sky -- careening, cartwheeling, colliding --

astara roared as she surged after nyra, biting and clawing what she could. she was joined by a swell of ursine fangs.

but her son was unmoving

astara slowed as merrick and his soldiers gave chase, her heart thrumming in fear and wrath. she stole to aventus' eerily still side, toad and skoll were somewhere in the distance, hell on the heels of nyra. astara wished fervently their fangs flew true.

he was not moving. alarmed, astara fought every instinct to shake him. her panicked gaze trailed to evien in budding horror that was augmenting to something akin to terrible and senseless fury.