Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

her inspection of the brute complete, astara stepped back while her dark gaze seemed to pool contentedly. she noticed the uprising of fur as it swept like quills along the male's spine - in recognizing this, astara's own fur seemed to rise along her slender shoulders.

yet the girl did not offer him challenge: instead she studied his face and limbs with a quiet, almost studied patience -- it was not unusual for wolves to speak to her, and she had learned to shoulder their expectations of speech with a wearied indifference.

it appeared at length astara believed his presence disarming enough that she ventured a catlike stretch - and then, with a nip at a paw, bolted past him.