Wild Berry Meadow i am without a heart

the owner of the scent astara followed was a slab-sided, hardened wolf — boasting the same aroma of the copper-backed guardian which had routed her the night before.

astara answered the silent warning in turn; her eyes flat yet ears forward assertively. she took several step forwards, encircling keres as she had done to Osiris the day before.

she had little intention to get hurt today, but what was the harm in a little antagonistic frolic? a reminder to these wolves, that the might of the bear was never far.