Wapun Meadow she is now.

how ironic it was that in the first hour astara met shisu she had held a toad in her jaws -- today, she held a frog.

astara watched the roving creature first with annoyance, and then with growing suspicion.

there was something familiar about the she-wolf -- something about the way she moved through the rain-sodden meadow.

in some forgotten hall of her mind the image came back -- of her toad, of shisu, of blackfeather forest...

astara straightened her spine and held the frog with her crown high, a soft growl pressing from her throat.