Cassiopeia's View Fairwell Bucharest

The sound of a bark made Krypton stand on edge, for her fur spiked up in fear rather than dominance. What stood before her was a younger, but still large boy. He seemed unamaused, his stone-cold expression made her step back a bit. Her murky eyes watched him, watiting to see if he would attack her in any way. Her tail stood still in a neautral stance, she felt her tongue tie itself down. She saw his eyes flash with the pale light from the moonstone.

She felt her tail sway, feeling the silent stars whisper to her. She felt them push her off, and she obeyed them. In fear, she fled the other. Her paws were almost silent, but yet they held their noise. She needed to leave, to flee, to just- fade away. Praying that the night would cloak her, Krypton ran deeper and deeper into the dried up forest, her fur catching on the twigs and thorn bushes.