Silvertip Mountain thestral

everything was fine until merrick’s scream mixed with the high note of dragomir’s anguish. astara lurched into action, a demonic snarl hung against her lips.

where before her interest had been piqued and her feral instinct aroused, now a new emotion came into the fray — a fierce wrath that carried her in heated steps to dragomir’s side, unflinching. her teeth exposed, astara swung her head down and attempted to wrench the boy’s neck and send him flinging — a brutal act of retribution meant to immobilize him so that she might tend to her shadow, and later deliver inexplicable suffering upon the little cub that dare harm her companion.