Blackfeather Woods want my friend, want my heart’s mend

astara's noiseless snarl was heeded -- rather promptly, the cardinal doused wolf reclined to a sitting position. astara's gaze lingered a moment longer on him, watching rakishly as he licked his lips and his nose quivered.

she flicked her tail as if saying damn skippy, stay back, and then she boldly turned her back to him, continuing down the border's length. there was little she could contribute, and in truth, she was looking for a distraction more than anything.

finding among the rubble and boulders an old wolf's bone, no doubt a remnant from when the borders were once decked with gristly ornaments, astara slunk down to the ground and started to chew it with anger in every bite. as she did so, she set her resentful gaze on sanguinus, wondering if he would dare test her patience further.