Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

wrap up with your post? thank u for the thread <3

astara lead the wraith further from their keep, always assigning him to her periphery. he skulked after her, hungry for more -- but astara had enough taste for violence for one day, and kept her distance.

the various cuts and pocks the beast imparted to her flesh stung, but astara paid little mind.

only when he'd been thoroughly distanced from bearclaw would the blackbird relent. she continued as a nameless presence until they hit whatever invisible boundary it was that delineated the end of ursus' reach -- and once they hit that marker, astara would turn silently into the weald and turn for home.