Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

posting this early but dated for 4/17. @Relmyna @Averna @Shivali

she was still not quite allowed past the mouth of the den yet -- every time she boldly strode for new beginnings, she was promptly scooped up and placed back in the dark recess of her birthing grounds. frustrated, and starting already to demonstrate how capable she was of mischief, astara side-eyed her mother and waited for her to be distracted.

all it took was a glance away, and astara was off -- an inky form bolting for freedom.