Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

this was it -- her great escape -- curtailed short by a noise she had never heard before. not no, (which was a growl the child was already intimately acquainted with) but wait. astara stumbled into a frozen pose, craning her thin neck around as she glanced over her shoulder at her mother. for a moment her ropy tail was suspended behind her, unsure -- but then she saw relmyna's striking eyes flicker to her sibling. with a hike of her tail astara turned around and bounded on stubby legs up to averna, attempting to place her muzzle on averna's shoulder in the efforts to encourage her to hurry up.