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

things were changing, bit by bit. astara was only subtly aware, but that was the way the mind worked: an opinion was often slowly picked against again and again until at last, one stood with new perspective.

that perspective presently was turned to illidan, so much like the wych it made astara's jealous heart burn.

she kept an ear turned to illidan as he spoke; if he was to worm his way into her savage heart, it would be by equally savage measures. her tail stirred once in response before she jerked her head to the borders -- an invitation for him to patrol with her if he'd like.