Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

the stranger fretted. astara watched her, unblinking -- her tongue thumbing the squirming creature while she wondered why the sensation in her tongue was gone. it felt funny and she pressed her tongue against her teeth and the muscular legs of her quarry, waiting for some sort of neural response that never came.

any reasonable child might have proudly offered the toy for inspection, provided they had understood shisu's request; astara, having very little in the way of conversation exchanged in her life, just twitched an ear in response. she didn't understand the noise the wolf was making, so tilted her head dumbly while the toad rattled around in the cage of her little fangs.