Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

giggle, splat. two sounds that were definitely disquieting when heard in tandem; astara licked bubbling froth from her lips, neck craning as she watched her son poke and prod the now unmoving creature.

a shame. they always gave up so easily, didn't they?

astara hoped, that when the wolves came for her and it was her time to loosen the light in her chest, that she would not go so quietly as toads. that she would fight -- violently and happily -- to her final clearing.

the buzzing in her mouth, unpleasant and pleasant at once, had yet to abate. astara considered finding another, but worried for their exposure to more of whatever it was that made toads so unpleasant to toy with.

catlike, the blackbird slipped to her belly and crossed one paw over the other. content to watch aventus play (if he still did) with the toad, or simply hang out and offer him company.