Bearclaw Valley i feel sorry for those who don't know the trick

a pack outside of their borders. another enemy gate to fell.

astara thought of easthollow. of how they persisted, in spite of all ursus did to claw survival right out from their throats.

she'd been cooped up in the bear's valley for months now. her children were near their adult height, gradually turning from infantile to delicately trained mercenaries. a hunt sounded like a lovely thing.

she tilted her ear into the heat of merrick's breath, a smile unfurling from her dark muzzle. let us hunt.