Bearclaw Valley You, of course, should always chant when you wash your hands

her son's pawprints wound around the lip of a stream, prints perfectly imprinted in snow aglow with morning light. astara coursed after.

how did he feel, newly appointed as ursus' bruin-jaw? to what ends had his life changed, would the trajectory of his life change, with this new title?

astara wondered if he felt as she had felt, or if he shared merrick's innate hunger for power -- astara had never vied for leadership as a yearling, but now that she had worn the crown once, she was profoundly naked without it.

he would notice her presence soon, astara was sure. she had not missed how aventus had dutifully practiced his stealth. in many ways, he would surpass her -- one day.