Haunted Wood c-c-c-caught again, in the mystery

it may have looked as if astara was paying her company no mind as she ripped hare limb from limb, but it was not so; her spine flared momentarily as she caught tzila's pondering glance. astara was not there to be watched -- with a thick growl the girl took the remains of the hare and settled on a stone nearby. this move was not without its intention; from her perch she would easily fend any packmate that attempted to take the meal from her.

in quick almost defensive snaps, the girl gobbled the rest of the hare, fur bone and all. licking her lips, she crossed one paw in front of the other and rested her head -- her aubergine gaze focused on the two women conversing among themselves. astara cared little for diplomacy or advancement. in her eyes it was often best to let the hale squabble among themselves, weary their energies, and then she would come in like a little thief to steal their glory. that's how the smart wolves played it, in her opinion.