Bearclaw Valley They grow into adults, and become dangerous things

bad mom, giving your child frostbite.

astara turned to see aventus had clambered up behind her, but his inquisitive gaze communicated well his confusion. she'd made two lapses of judgment here, and for that aventus would pay terribly.

she pulled alongside her son to lick his pelt carefully -- the water would congregate down his flank and sides and drip off, but he must be kept moving. she began to walk forward, pressing herself so her bodyheat could be transferred to him.

time to retire to their quiet den, where warmth would return to aventus slowly and he would be sheltered from any wayward wind.