Dragoncrest Cliffs RAGE FROM A QUEEN

Astera saw the small pup duck into the undergrowth. She had never been out this late. Her pair of violet eyes glowed in the darkness. She called softly, not wanting to frighten Miette. Sobeille? It was the earliest hours of the morning, and with the changing seasons, the dawn was at its furthest. She edged towards her sister, keeping her eyes pricked for any other movements.