Bearclaw Valley buffet froid

last for merrick!

it seemed as though stryx had written her mark on the proverbial line.
so far as he was concerned, her tour, her setup, all of that was under arielle's control.
the bruin-witch himself would linger back, standing at the mouth of the valley where dirt became the valley of the elk. and there he would remain after the bruin-heart and the newcomer had disappeared among the trees, thinking unsaid, unheard thoughts to astara.