Bearclaw Valley king pest

she is not expecting the giant of stone to come barreling forward, only to stop what seems like a hairsbreadth away from her face. having folded herself low against the ground, she feels his breath against her pelt and shivers slightly, then takes a step back. her lips are lifted in her customary snarl, grown more toothy with age.

he may not be a threat, but she doesn't trust him. maybe with time—

but Avicus has no opportunity to ponder it further, for now Astara has arrived, a malevolent shadow hellbent on protecting the fruit of her womb. the two collide, and she watches it with an expression bordering on bemused.

oh, what chaos she has wrought today!

the small figure at the entrance to the den catches her attention. it looks much like how Aventus had in their early days, and she is intrigued. intrigued enough to leave the scene of battle, though? she is caught between two curiosities, gaze flickering back and forth.

bloodshed or babe. . .bloodshed or babe. . .hmmmm.