Bearclaw Valley And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

wrap up for a newer one? <3

astara, never one for conversation, drifted away. gradually, orson's voice became but a soft murmur. she kept one thin ear turned back, but did not return.

her attention was divided now. in alluring ribbons across the grass was a scent waylaid by blood; excitement rose in her belly as she traipsed after it, fat as a gravid manatee. somewhere in the bush, wounded prey awaited -- astara's mouth hungered as she gave chase.