Blackfeather Woods send help

anticipatory hunger turned to disappointment as astara watched the yearling pin, and then release, her victim. astara hid the bite of reproach in her gaze — there went her meal. 

now the attention was shifted to her. instinctively, astara’s spine straightened under hela’s heated gaze. if the girl planned to turn her hostility astara’s way, she would be ready. 

at the girl’s question astara lifted her lips, showing teeth between bone as she pressed the pale pelvis to the snow, and placed her paw upon it. she had no way to answer — not verbally — and Hela would have to settle for silence, or divining.