Silvertip Mountain everything is gorgeous once it's gone

the bear would agree -- if there was one thing the unchild had been brought forth into this world for, it was to kill in the name of the bear. astara knew this much; she might never be capable of articulating it, but she knew.

she accepted the gift carefully, inspecting its mangled form with a solemnity that rarely escaped her these days. yes -- this little thing had a cunningly bright future ahead of it. it was a shame, she thought bitterly, that she might not be around to witness it.

this child -- and avicus, aventus, and apophis too - were to be her last legacy before she too was swept from time.

astara seized the little carcass between her teeth, a sickening crunch sounding as she snapped brittle bone between cleaving molars.