Bearclaw Valley i've seen their worlds inside my head

their tense contact came to an abrupt end as a blur of red wedged its way between them. astara noted with wicked pride the assertiveness of her daughter -- the way a growl pressed from her chest unbidden.

while it was directed to her mate, astara would not admonish the tiny terror. nor would she interfere when the growl and subsequent posturing earned aventus' attention. to astara, there was no betrayal greater than suppressing the excising of instinct -- her children would grow fine and powerful, and never want for anything.

she rose carefully as aventus swung towards avicus, sitting close enough to merrick she could feel his body heat emanate outward. her gaze rested on the dark form of her magpie; watching him in interest as he watched their children.