Bearclaw Valley they are the force between

whenever astara was angry, she hunted.

she figured her son, raw with boiling rage, might find comfort in such a ritual.

he followed, but even then astara could sense tendrils of anger -- plenty of it directed at her -- follow him like a furious storm.

but if she gave him a way to channel that frustration... astara swung down the redpath, taking aventus away from the rendezvous and into the forest which smelled of rich pine and loamy earth.

here along the myriad scents astara sensed wolverine -- but would aventus?