Blackfeather Woods How home stays half the world away

he was sorry - everyone was sorry. astara’s ears slicked back in a gesture of indignation; they were all apologetic but none of them, not one, had lived through the hell she and averna had witnessed. 

she stubbornly kept her face turned, though she did not move as her uncle stepped close. part of her deep down inside wanted some sort of affection - some sort of consolation like her mother’s ministrations... but a stronger, far more angsty side of astara wanted to show the world her teeth.