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

astara's resistance to change caused her dam to come over to her - with her ears pinned she begrudgingly accepted her mother's lick - it was mostly for show anyway, and secretly, astara needed her mother's validation.

averna needed no such encouragement - astara watched as she plopped to the ground and then just as quickly abamdoned it, carried by some hidden inward whim. astara had decided she was firmly not moving - and that resolve melted quickly as she saw what object had captured her pale siblng's attention.

a stick! astara wrestled with her reluctance only a second before she flew over the snow fast as she could, pouncing on both her sister and the stick in the pproess.