Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

astara was not one for words, and relmyna dropped the idea as swiftly as it had occurred to her. if speech did not belong to her nightcub, it was of little import. the ways of primality belonged still to them, and she saw little reason not to utilize them now. it was with a determined step that relmyna led her half-grown daughter off into the silent trees, until she had found the renewed fragrance of maegi where the girl had not long before trod.
indicating the scent with a brief reach of her muzzle, relmyna appraised astara with an encouraging look. her gaze skimmed the child for any sign that her elder sister was the guardian of the cold stone which had held the girl aside from her mother, if only for a moment. perhaps they did not understand the true bond between them.