Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

avicus would find no succor from her dam -- but only because, by the time astara sought to intervene, the little rough and tumble play time was over. aventus was burying himself into her dark coat, and avicus would follow soon after.

it was not all bad being a mother: you saw your children grow, you slept (as they allowed), and you got to see the thing you created become a little more human (wolven?) every day. it was a fascinating process; astara wondered how long it would be before the tables were turned.

such thoughts were too deep for daytime thinking; as soon as her children fell asleep, astara lowered her head and curled around them, ready to drift herself into slumber.

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