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

astara fixed her still-blue gaze on her spectrak sibling curiously - no mark of fear blemished the ghost's small features. somehow, the lack of trepidation encouraged the darker sister, and she followed by example by tentatively placing a paw on a long ribbon of bright snow.

her dam swept past them, and astara looked up in concern - she didn't care for the cold sensation the snow brought, and as if some comic creature on stilts, carried after her dam with each hind leg lifted to her belly and her front limbs moving in wild ambulations as she avoided each rag of snow on the ground.