Meadowlark Prairie someone to rely on as thunder comes a-rolling down

like a ghost, the pale woman followed behind. astara kept a slim ear canted to her backside, but of course, made no comment of the woman's decision.

after rousing a scent from the snow, astara followed after it at a casual lope. the scent was an older stag -- the girl had no hope of bringing to down, truly, but she was curious to see of its condition and if he was worth keeping in her periphery.

the scent lead over some small hills before it dipped behind a stone-clad grove. astara began to prowl low to the ground as she entered the quiet bosk, her attention rapt on all of the noises the forest had to offer.