Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

one lap, two, two hundred -- what did it matter? her baby boy had nearly been killed, and what was worse, by an ally.

astara's teeth gritted together. she would find nyra, and when she was done with her aventus would have a new plaything or two to play with. maybe a soft velveteen ear, dingy with blood -- or perhaps a ropy arctic-white tail -- or, if astara felt particularly violent (and murder mommy did indeed feel violent), a pair of eyes in which to chase when his ribs were better...

a whine pulled her from her thoughts of vengeance. astara looked upon her son first with anxiousness, and then overwhelming protectiveness. evien had placed something strange along the boy's ribs, and as astara pulled towards aventus she nosed it in curiosity. in absence of of speech, the blackbird lowered her head and glanced into aventus' silver eyes. how was he feeling?