Stone Circle he is without a heart

joined first by merrick, astara’s furious gaze turned outward, trailing the arrival of west. 

him. 

her gums skinned back as she recognized the scent along his pelt as the very same that clung to Rosina’s. 

he was responsible. 

the blackbird’s dark gaze narrowed and she lifted her tail and head in unison, a throaty grow spilling forth. look what you’ve done, astara commanded wordlessly, hate’s virulent tendrils choking her throat. that he was taken aback came as a shock, but it did not soften astara’s enmity. 

and why — why indeed? astara’s needlepoint gaze bore into Polaris without sympathy: this was the price on Easthollow’s head now. 

brought to ruin by the senselessness of their own sweet cub.