Blackfeather Woods don't trust people you meet

astara opened one eye carefully, squinting under what she expected would be mou's shadow. instead, she saw him lean away, folding his posture in such a way that he was ultimately unalarming.

astara's ears flipped back in confusion, but she did not waste time deciphering the ghost's motives - with a lunge she scooped the toad up and frolicked several feet away, well out of the range of teeth or claws. paddling in a circle she turned about to face the male, sitting primly on on her thin haunches with the toad held stiffly in her jaws.