Bearclaw Valley some kind of soul come from within us

understanding nothing of the predicament she found herself in vis-a-vis her coupling with @Merrick, astara found the last week of her pregnancy nearly unbearable.

even her bear was often turned away with a show of teeth.

@Averna was the only wolf she tolerated in her presence now; she often paced and whined before relmyna's cairn, staring uneasily into the thousand notches in relmyna's hip before some foul humor would descend upon her and send her marching back to her den.

discomfited, astara languished in the hollow she had clawed out herself in tumbleview's hearth. here she stayed in wait, a lurking trapdoor spider -- often offering nothing but a furious emergence and snapping teeth at any passerby, followed quickly by her retreat back into the blackened depths of her lair.