Bearclaw Valley i feel sorry for those who don't know the trick

along the threadbare snow the duo prowled. astara's eyes turned eastward towards easthollow. just stones and ghosts there now, she thought smugly.

another testament to their dominion of the wilds.

unprovoked, merrick's teeth grazed her flank. astara spun around after him with a throaty growl. any visions of a hunt transferred to a different kind of hunt: she loped after her rook, teeth glinting between a wide and playfully hungry grin.