Bearclaw Valley and the space has been broken

her son was not just worth an alliance -- in that way astara would sacrifice the world, oddly enough. the same could be said of avicus, while astyanax and glaucos.. eh..

motherhood had changed the blackbird; before she bore her children, she had been indifferent to them. in the weeks after, cold. but now they were growing into their souls, these tiny otherthings -- and astara witnessed it all with growing protectiveness and pride.

she pulled away sharply as the boy flinched, neutralized by his brief show of affection. that much was rare in ursus, and she licked the top of his head in response.

bored. she could not blame him. in silence astara began to walk away, glancing back once to convey stay here.

she was not gone very long, but was gone long enough aventus might find boredom creeping in. when she returned, it was with the struggling form of a toad -- it made her mouth sting and froth in an unusual sensation. while it would be most unsuitable to eat, it was a fine and easy plaything for one compromised. she chucked it to aventus and it landed heavily, one eye blinking as it gathered its legs under itself and sluggishly began to hop away.