Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

Astara was as quick as Osiris remembered; viper-like, she rebounded effortlessly and struck with a practiced aim. Her blade-like teeth gripped his shoulder, and he was reminded of her strength. He winced, feeling the heat that rose from the puncture in her wake—but the wound did not deter him. 

He circled her opposite, his steps placed carefully as he watched her every move. "Leave," he commanded through a snarl; the extent of their vocal exchange.