Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

astara indeed paused, and relmyna breathed a sigh of relief when the dark cub returned. she urged averna out-of-doors and the priestess chuffed at the pair of them, glancing between their small faces before she moved through the denmouth and into the forest beyond. still snowlanced, blackfeather was beautifully grim. a smile wreathed her scarred muzzle; relmyna looked upon each of her tiny girls, searching for their reactions.