Bearclaw Valley i drove to the mountain and a hole in the ground

astara returned to her home several pounds shy of her departure weight. the snows had waylaid most of her journey, and she returned emptyhanded and unsuccessful.

@Avicus was not to be found.

she trudged along the entry, nose twitching.

a familiar scent clouded her nostrils. no, it couldn't be. images of her russet daughter, darling indigo eyes --

astara began to run, a howl curling from her throat.