Blackfeather Woods Zero fawks given

can u not cuss plz my mom will be rly mad if she hears u swore ok!!

driven out by the stifling heat of her mother's preferred haunt in the weir, astara had sought more temperate climes in the form of the ruddy copse that flanked the still marshes. she had very little love for water, even as a five month old cub - and took great care to avoid any puddle as she made her descent across the low-lands.

as she picked her way without much purpose, she came across kove; or rather, he had come across her during one of her many pauses to inspect a curious twig, root, or stone. cicero might roll in his grave to learn that the cub considered kove more familiar than her own family's dawning: relmyna had no tongue in which to share the lore of her forefathers, and astara was largely ignorant to the customs of "mother" and "father". kove was simply, kove; a figure that was familiar, and welcome - and somehow, a presence more weighted than any other presence in the woods.

once she recognized the male she whined submissively and wriggled her way towards him, tail beating at her hips as she aimed several joyous (and obnoxious) leaps at his muzzle in kisses.