Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

In some ways, Astrid could relate to Damien. She also though she was the boss around here - especially when it came to her brothers. While she was not the oldest of the litter, she definitely acted like it. Why? She asked with big eyes. Yes, she was amazing, but why did he want her around? It was not like they got along well or that she had been nice to him. A voice told her she should feel honored, yet she felt nothing. She was just confused.

Ajaitsiavak... She breathed out, her habit of talking her father's language overtaking her once more without a single thought. She did not feel like correcting herself, even if she had remembered he could not understand. I do not know about them. Tell me. She informed and demanded of him. Her bi-colored eyes were wide, ready to soak up any new information about the interesting religions in this dark forest. Maybe she had been told about them, but she could not remember. Perhaps as she grew, her memory would get better.