Bearclaw Valley sing hallelujah

astara felt that evien was, perhaps, measuring her -- she sat placidly enough, waiting.

and there it was -- the real reason for his summons. astara flicked an ear appreciatively, but naturally had no comment. she had never been a powerhungry wolf -- incidentally, she had never envisioned being a leader herself, but fate had a strange way of doling out the cards, and it just so happened she pulled a queen.

astara nodded once, in acceptance -- approval even -- of merrick's choice. evien had been with them the longest, he had seen ursus from infantile suckling to roaring bear -- who better then, to lead the charge, than the man that had helped fashion it?