Bearclaw Valley Your Special Spot in Hell Awaits You

astara nosed along that grotesque stump, ears rotating carefully as she listened for any objection from skoll.

he presented none, but that still did not settle her. who had done this -- and how?

astara stepped back, having been able to decipher little from skoll's pelt besides the residual stench of filth and clotted blood. she should get evien, she was no healer -- but she could not tell if skoll had been treated yet or not.

hanging on the balance of uncertainty, astara stood primly, pointed gaze on skoll -- as if asking for some kind of explanation.