Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

astara: NOPE!

she watched in wary silence as her mother pressed ahead; a gentle nudge had been passed along her ruffled cheek, but the nightcub did not alter the bristling of her fur. she watched as her mother bent to the fractured dome of the skeleton and seemed to tenderly drag her muzzle across it. this bizarre gesture meant little to astara, who seemed to witness this all with a perturbed sort of discomfort.

and then, deciding she had no reason to fear this wretched and inanimate thing any longer, astara sprung upon the skull with a merciless growl, and seized it by its orbital socket -- without dallying (for she expected the scolding of her mother shortly after) the nightcub dragged the heavy load from its long-standing rest, and galloped awkwardly off with it.