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

relmyna smiled, her dark ear sweeping forward as she monitored astara's progress in the snow. averna followed more calmly; the wolfess saw there the difference between her children. one daring, one careful. the nightcub with the confidence of shadows; the daycub with the sun's caution. 
astara quickly decided she was not fond of the snow; relmyna gave a low sound of encouragement, turning to rejoin her sable daughter. delivering a brief nudge to the back of astara's head, the wolfess glanced to averna, as if to encourage the stygian one to meet her sister.