Bearclaw Valley and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed

enticed from her spider's den by the scent of blood, astara raised her muzzle to the wind and drank deep of the fall scents that fell about them. illidan's form was approaching, shrouded by the shadows cast by pines above. astara regarded him quietly, noticing something dangling from his jaws.

a hare; astara's mouth watered, but she held her ground there on the threshold of her den. her gaze searched the male questioningly -- to what reason had he come to her hearth?