Wild Berry Meadow i am without a heart

astara felt the sting of tooth to her pelt as she cantered by, haunches tucking under her in instinctive response.

no loss of fur or blood — yet — but that did not make the blackbird careless.

she turned again, another circle carved around keres. the air between them was snapped at several times in silent threat before astara rushed in again — this time veering sharply to the left before any contact was made.

a game of cat and mouse — where astara moved in rapid, unpredictable bursts meant to make even the most stoic wolf feel alarmist peril pulse in tandem with the blood under their skin.