Ravensblood Forest Sight.

He heals the broken-hearted.

With the morning sun on the rise and the moon having said its final goodbyes, Aster retreated from her place at the border to the shelter of the treeline. There was a certain sadness that came with the dark, but that sadness is all she'd ever known. Even from where she sat, the sun's rays stung against her eyes, thus she turned away and faced into the shadows.
Aster didn't favor being alone, especially not when times got to be like this. But she didn't have much of anyone around, despite her attempts to make peace with her packmates. And so she sat alone, an empty casket to the stars.