Phantom Hollow you know nothing's too low for me

astara was used to being overlooked; she tittered to herself as the wolf was confronted by strangers, who seemingly were unaware of her presence. in that moment she might have slipped off, for neither wolf looked friendly — but a distinct scent clung to the air, one that seemed distinctly familiar. 

damien. 

the dark sprite might have approached nocturnal to investigate further, were it not for the hellish guard that slavered at her side. astara had seen enough of the world to know trouble where it presided; she had no intention to lose her hide today, and knew she would be no match for his keen teeth. skirting the group on the quietest feet the little shadow could manage, astara sought to quit their company undetected.