Bearclaw Valley could wrap up the sun, and protect the girls

AW, and any ursus wolf welcome <3

merrick had collected a unique cast of characters for himself. astara had taken note of each of them from a distance, but had yet to meet many of them on her own. she preferred it this way -- merrick had always been her mouthpiece, the social one -- and she had always been the black dog in the cage, dragged out on parade when words simply wouldn't do.

skulking along the castle pines, astara found little evidence of her bear or any other packmate that morning. a misty fog rolled in from the claw's entrance, and interest piqued, the nightshade trawled her way there in leisurely, unhurried steps.