Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones

she skulked about him like a hyena around a kill, her eyes alight with challenge and her posture rife with defiance. he looked away -- astara followed his gaze to a scolding squirrel, and lingered on its darting tail too long. as she glanced back at wintersbane he was just about on top of her -- she leapt up in surprise but did not get out of his way in time.

she was battered aside; wintersbane had tempered the force of the blow, but his shoulders were hard and she was too light to present much barricade - she was easily thrust aside and lost her footing. she tumbled twice in the dirt before rising -- and with a cheeky snarl shook her pelt free of debris and then darted for an ear to torment.