Wapun Meadow she is now.

bit by bit, uncertainty fled from shisu's features. what replaced her expression now was some semblance of warmth, or even joy -- astara instinctively mistrusted it.

it had been a long time since she thought of her mother, but seeing shisu there brought memories of blackfeather to the forefront. astara grimaced, finding the flood of memories unpleasant. she canted her head to the side as if that would slide all those thoughts out of her ears, unable -- or perhaps unwilling -- to answer.

so, she simply stood; or appeared to do so.. but in the next second, the blackbird had flung the dead thing at shisu, and was now advancing with an impish grin on her features -- teeth aiming a nip for hock, or scruff, or whatever came close.