Bearclaw Valley They grow into adults, and become dangerous things

astara lurked after aventus as he made for a stream. she did not know his destination, but she watched his gait critically.

it was stiff-legged. unsure. tentative.

no doubt he still hurt from his run in with nyra.

astara chuffed softly for the boy, easing into an open stride to close the distance between them. no toad this time, but aventus was the recipient of a warm glance, and careful wag of her tail.