Blackfeather Woods i blew a bad man away, today

in silence the girl watched, parroting her mother's body language. as the snowy female advanced, astara followed after - until at last the cat flung up his toy and stalked off with tail curved in affront.

astara nosed her mother quietly as she collected the stone; many lessons had been learned, and not a single word needed to be uttered for either to understand what had transpired.
meanwhile astara caught a flicker of sinister light that beckoned her attention; the rock of tongues carried wordlessly in her mother's mouth.