Bearclaw Valley when the sunlight is arising

lmk if the pp of astyanax isnt ok! <3

astyanax's dark head peered from the den mouth. astara's gaze zeroed in on him sharply, one ear bent to averna.

if only her tongue worked! astara held the shade's gaze for a moment, searching in the silvery depths of her sister's eyes for any sign of misgiving. when she found none she strode evenly towards astyanax and attempted to roughly nudge him towards averna's feet.

would she understand then, or should she go and grab the second child? astara glanced down at astyanax and nudged his rump once more, before taking careful steps to place pointed distance between herself and the children she had stolen.