Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones

congrats on 400 btw <3

wintersbane was not alone as he tread through the forest; a tiny shadow, silent and raptoral, followed him. her steps were laced with care, her movement furtive -- yet it was entirely likely at some point he would catch the lapse of skill in her tread, and detect her.

all the same astara doggedly kept to her game of stalking her guardian, her indigo eyes set firmly on his exposed hocks as he bent down to inspect a feather. she scooched closer to the underbrush and hunkered down as he rose -- and once the tundrian struck off again the nightcub exploded from the briars with a war-cry, executing a terrifying 'drive-by astara' to any limb unfortunate enough to be in her way.