Dragoncrest Cliffs armadillo cloak

Even as she matured, Astera kept her troublesome nature alive. Despite her good-natured sentiments, it would likely never fade. Svalinn was mean, she had decided. Too pompous, too much of a better-than-you air around him. It shouldn't be allowed to continue, was her verdict. 

She followed him with much stealth, hiding in the beach grass. The stoat was her target. When she felt the moment to be right, the pale yearling flung herself from the grass, aiming to snatch the ermine from his jaws.