Blackfeather Woods put your head on my shoulder

the girl's advancement had been betrayed by the crunch of of litter under her paws. her ears rolled back slightly and she hunkered down, waiting for yew to notice her. it took no time at all for the adult to spot her, and while noises curiously came out of the she-wolf's mouth garbled and dissonant, astara understood nothing of it.

her mother did not speak, nor did averna -- as such, astara had no appreciation nor understanding of the spoken word. the tongue of the wild and body languages she understood; words were as incomprehensible to her as a ponderous tome.

yew's posture did not appear too threatening, and seeing the woman had two eyes (unlike the other wolf astara had met), and given the last wolf (damien) astara had encountered was friendly, astara had no reason to doubt her. shyly, the girl's tail wagged and she trotted clumsily towards the female, legs splayed in a playbow a few feet before her.