Blackfeather Woods and she came to Troy with a dowry; death

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the nightcub had noticed wintersbane's absence -- in a band of so few members, how could one not? astara's social circle was narrowing by the day -- until at last, it seemed all that remained of the kingdom she had been born into was a few choice, loyal stragglers. while she spoke no words, astara understood consequence -- and being a beast of nature, understood that as the world continued its evolution around her hostile sun, each day brought with it new changes and challenges to face.

the howl that split through the eldritch forest was foreboding; astara believed as she heard its melancholy note that she detected a hint of dread to it. and yet, the forest sprite obeyed its summons, and drew alongside wintersbane with a knowing coldness. studying him, she realized he did not smell of them any longer -- and carried with his pelt the scent of strange lands well beyond her small realm.