Bearclaw Valley You, of course, should always chant when you wash your hands

always welcome! <3

another wolf came to their meeting by the stream. astara studied the pale dove, noting the thin line of russet that draped across her spine. merrick's opposite, in a way.

this one seemed speechless -- a rarity among their kind. astara's ears swiveled in interest as she watched solaria display a multitude of gestures; first, submission in the form of a bow -- followed by a wordless second bow and several passes of her tongue.

astara received solaria's display with hardly a change to her posture. perhaps wrongly, the blackbird felt such things were owed -- and in exchange, seemed to display no gratitude for solaria's attention.

instead her gaze trailed to aventus, who stood closer and made to stand over solaria --no doubt testing his boundaries and his newfound title.