Arrow Lake it's broken

unlike the presumptuous siren that had nearly killed her son, these wolves of donovan addressed her with some modicum of respect. instantly, the blackbird was appeased -- though she noted their posture was far from relaxed as both turned to face her.

astara's muzzle dipped slowly in return, though a jolt of surprise flickered across her face as the male favored her with a direct question. for that, he earned the briefest of smiles -- astara had tired of the song and games of the court, and appreciated a wolf who spoke levelly.

with both praimfaya and renard in her vision then, astara shook her head slowly once, eyelids pulling in an almost regretful manner across her amethyst gaze. as much as she would have loved to come across nyra then, that was not the nature of her business today.

but how then, could she communicate such?

her gaze returned to the duo for a long moment, her lips thin in consideration. then, astara turned her nose carefully -- deliberately slowly -- towards her tail, which had risen up in an effort to curl it over her back. unfortunately, her tail was not naturally sickle; to hold it there, astara clasped the tip of her tail with her teeth and pulled it downward in a most particular manner that for a moment, left her flank totally vulnerable.

shifting then to see if praimfaya and renard followed that strange articulation, astara released her tail -- which stiffly reverted to its natural position along her topline. her front forelimb rose, and she drew a single claw across her throat.

kill him.