Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

She did not sit there for long on her own, the sound of approaching footfalls claiming her attention sooner than she did the small frame of the male she vaguely remembered. He had hung around Damien at the meeting, she believed, but never had either of them searched the other out. His first comment proved that it was perhaps for the better. Astrid knew she was above average on the beauty scale, and did not like being made fun of because of her quite unique coat pattern.

Her bi-colored eyes stared into the male's own, but she did not lift herself. What happened to you - went sliding down a snowy hill on your belly? She could play his games. Her accent was not very thick, but it was undeniable that English was not the only langue she spoke.