Hushed Willows the answer's somewhere deep in it, i'm sorry that you're feeling it

as one might expect, astara's cryptic and crude drawings were unintelligible to the silvery male. astara sighed in frustration, which was perhaps her first signal of emotion in this encounter. she quickly made her pains to communicate indescribable, by dashing their markings along the snow with a furious forepaw.

fine. it was not as if she was used to being utterly undecipherable to others. the flare of fur along her ruff had temporarily receded, and she looked to pygmalion as he asked that age old question she had heard a thousand times before.

still rather frustrated by her own shortcomings, astara's gaze hardened and she looked away with a glare -- any emotionally astute wolf would see she was seconds from emotional shutdown.