Blackfeather Woods galaxies formed from gravity

The way he says how far they are in the south, followed by a word of familiarity, she’s suddenly on the edge of her seat. She’d long since given up hope finding another and one sweeps up beneath her nose. “Âng,” she says. She even smiles and her tail sways a little behind her, shaking up the newest dusting of snow. “Apagâ,” she adds smoothly, her few words trailing out easily now.
 
For a moment, she forgets why she is here. “Blackfeather Woods,” she repeats, now far more interested in this land than before, even with the remaining bloodstains shy away from the wind covering most of it up. “A pack from the north?”