Bearclaw Valley and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed

not often was astara offered a fresh kill. she took the hare greedily, a lusty hunger pooling in her jaws as she began to set in and realized she ought to save the hare for her son.

she set a paw on the kill instead, mournfully shelving her hunger as fretful mothers were often apt to do. it would better serve her healing son than she, but damned if it didn't smell good..

astara peered at illidan questioningly. it still unnerved her how similar he looked to that miserable little waif. he was one of the first of their recruits to offer her something unbidden. just what was it he wanted from morgana? everyone had a motive, right? what was his?