Bearclaw Valley axehandle

late as she ever was, astara came along -- her steps slow as she heard ahead a gathering followed by a throaty snarl. a single glance was enough to tell the story: aventus, vesta and merrick surrounding a would-be meal.

oh, but it was a wolverine -- those hateful, startlingly strong creatures. astara still bore the mark of her last encounter with its kind - three vertical slashes along her gradually lightening muzzle.

aventus was already there, ready -- astara's gaze flickered to him and then to vesta, darkening as she observed the proximity. no mind, no mind -- she came along behind the beast with great fanfare, hoping to distract it while her son made his move.