Kintla Flatlands higher ground, had to be told

maybe a wolf more seasoned than astara (who, in all honesty, was hardly more than a naive cub) would have had the sense to be wary as she drew further and further from home. astara had no such reservation, spoiled as she was by the relative ease in which her life had so far passed. when she saw a figure ahead she regarded it with a child's pretentious security: she had no negative experiences in to base any misgiving, and so, looked at the greyed woman with a sense of immediate interest.

her tail began to stir, but she had stopped -- her ears falling to her skull as the female uttered something incomprehensible to her. then another wolf approaches; a wolf of the most intriguing pelt -- a frosted silver plied with great fringes of black. astara looked at the two of them blankly, her head snapping from one to the other as she thought.

and then, without much thought at all, the girl crouched into a wild playbow and barked once in play.