Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones

astara had not meant to instill guilt in her new playmate, yet when she caught the glint of shame in his posture she noted it, mulling it over in a most unwelcome way. perhaps this was why play was nobler than anything in the world -- it taught the young far more than when to flash their teeth and where -- it also taught them when to stow their fangs away, and how to assimilate an enemy without ever touching him.

astara's mind was scheming; perhaps it might be visible to wintersbane the manner in which her mind churned, for a glimmer of dancing light shone distractedly in the corner of her eye. she paused a few times in her dartings, but as wintersbane bowed down again and woofed astara flung herself upon him like a little banshee, springing for his cheek with tiny teeth bared.