Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

it might have done astara a world of good to be wary of strangers, particularly strangers as large and as intimidating as this male -- but she was neither intimidated nor concerned for her wellbeing as she thrust her muzzle into his thick ruff, curiously sniffing along his frowning countenance.

he didn't look like any wolf she knew, but wintersbane hadn't either, and he had been friendly. which by astara's experience meant other wolves were friendly too.

the man had begun speaking, which caused the night-cub to step back and look at him with a wearied sort of indifference. she did not understand why so much of the world always uttered such unintelligible nonsense: her mother and sister never spoke, and they were the normal ones, right?

buckshot wouldn't find she was much of a conversationalist; after a few seconds the girl flapped an ear and then started nosing about him, fascinated by the assortment of scents the male had carried with him.