Bearclaw Valley as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

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much to ashkova's chagrin, athalia would not recognize him in the way he did her.
as far as she was concerned, he was not her family. he was not welcome here. her real family was nested in the whelping den; and they were vulnerable. this was what drove athalia towards the intruding scent now, following ancelin's trail, raging with instinct to protect and to destroy.
she did not even stop to greet him. he would be met only with not one, but two sets of teeth, aimed straight for exposed throat.