Bearclaw Valley sing hallelujah

astara watched evien's form as it hobbled up the path that marked her den; her children were elsewhere, but the blackbird lingered on a slab of stone just above the den mouth.

evien was given her full attention, by way of perked ears and flat gaze. meanwhile, her dark paws dangled idly over the lip of stone, trailing in lazy circles as she enjoyed one of the last summer afternoons the teekon had to offer.