Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

[table width=80%][tr][td]The forest was a dark abyss in the time that followed day - the little flame walked 'neath the pale light of the moon peacefully rather than raging. It was a rare sight, seeing Azura this calm and focused, but it was necessary for her escape. Whether she was actually planning on leaving the save clutches of the Woods was even a question to her; she had no idea what one could do when not trapped in a den with sleeping siblings and a slumbering sack of white fur. Her back curved ever so gently, wanting to feel big like the trees and the many others she had seen, but to no avail. She was and would remain little for some time.

Soft pawsteps reached her sensitive puppy ears and blue eyes scattered across the black of night. She had slowed to a stop, looking around warily. This wasn't good - she had to hide, and quick! Tiny feet carried her to a random bush that blended well with her silver-streaked fur and she closed her eyes. With her muzzle, she flung some dirt on her pelt, hopefully covering her scent, and her breathing slowed. Was it mother? No, how could that woman be out here looking for her while having other kids to attend to and needing a night worth of sleep? This had to be one of Them - one of whom she longed to be.[/tr][/td][/table]