Bearclaw Valley it's by the light of the plasma screens

not hare, not quarry -- not in the literal sense, anyway. astara was guilty of eyeing each of the bastard children as if they were prey, but today she had a different purpose.

ashlar caught on, leading the way with a jovial bob of his tail. he turned around to survey astara's reaction, and the blackbird lowered her head at the scent and sniffed; correct.

wherever their mark had gone, his scent was well faded. astara moved alongside ashlar with her nose to the ground, losing the trail somewhere between two ridges of bluestone and wintered juniper.