Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

astara snuck round her twin-like charge, gaze simmering with impish intent. her teeth clipped sharp against thin skin and damien whirled around with a yelp. such a victorious sounding yawp might have sent astara into a fit of goading, were it not for the sharp-fanged retribution she was certain would follow.

she was a sneaky thing, and already had anticipated some sort of rebuke: whatever came would find astara already shirking  - and his teeth indeed raked her fleeing hips, a cold reminder he was far more capable than she.

the game was forgotten, but her crime was still fresh in memory. satisfied with the damage the girl had caused she prowled next to her sister, eyeing damien with guarded, yet smiling eyes.