Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

astara took examining everything in her home seriously, and that included the blackfeather wood's newest recruit. the nightcub couldn't possibly have known maegi's existence here preceded her own; the melonii had left when astara was but a nursling whelp, and all memory of the girl (soon woman) had fled from astara's mind.

the memory of her mother's fondness towards maegi had not been forgotten, and astara vehemently set up vigils in which she stalked the doings of the melonii girl. whether or not she was detected mattered little -- and if and when she was, she would often flitter away with an odd giggle, only to return a few hours later.

today maegi was somewhere astara hadn't seen her before, and the night-cub had noticed a raven had taken unusual fondness towards the limping she-wolf. deciding then she would catch or eat that bird to show her, astara hunkered down into a frond of ferns and, while the the bird was preening itself, threw herself with absurd hopelessness up the coarse bark of the tree, only getting about five feet of traction before gravity forced her downwards.