Blackfeather Woods i am the unspoken

Astrid had made it her job to annoy every single brother she had, and today she felt it again necessary. Abraxas had left, and so would she then, seeing no reason for herself to stay near the den or around Damien - the wolf she was warming up to. She had heard the howl too, and she took her tiny, star-kissed body through the woods that she had grown familiar to. She had lost Abraxas, though not the direction of where the call had come from, and made her way to the borders. Out of breath a little and excited, she joined her brother's side to look upon the stranger.

He looked very beautiful. Sure, not as amazing as her or mother, but Astrid would not mind him talking to her. Kinauven? She asked boldly.