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in tandem they turned to the rendezvous, but not before astara offered a gentle lick to her son's wounds -- a soft, motherly gesture that was the only time astara seemed anything less than a wraith on the warpath.

she was proud of aventus, even if his jealousy consumed him; astara was prone to her own spates of hatefulness, and if anything, it had likely come from her. the brats were far from her mind as she picked up the wolverine and trudged after aventus.

she would chew the tail from it, and offer it to her son as a toy. the pelt she would leave as a throw for her son's first true kill, and the claws would be quartered and later given to her sister for whatever power they brought.

fade, and new one soon?