Bearclaw Valley sing hallelujah

evien smiled, that single expression pouring liquid sunlight into a face both tired and -- to astara -- possibly ruminative. it transformed his eyes, his muzzle, his posture even -- while it would be some time yet before evien became kill-brother, astara was struck for the first time by the observation that he was handsomely different than merrick; in many ways.

she brushed off that foreign emotion, canting her head to the side in response to evien's question. she needed nothing (for now, anyway - check back after she goes full metal amgery at nyra), but was content to stay within his presence a while longer.

after all, was that not what wolves did? live together, eat together, (sleep together), hunt together, breathe together? the blackbird's heavy eyes fluttered as she picked a soft spot in the den to rest, paws out in front of her and her hind end tucked under a belly still heavy with signs of childbirth.