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

astara hadn't meant to jostle her sister aside, but she accepted the consequence with a bullish giggle. the root, now grasped in her jaws, proved mulishly devoted to remaining in the earth. no amount of prying seemed to dissuade it from its station, and after a few hearty tugs the dark cub collapsed to the ground with a dramatic oof pressed from her small chest.