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

a surprised hiss lashed from relmyna at the unpleasantry of her nightcub's sharp young teeth. and yet it fell away as soon as it had come; a smile curved her quiet lips at the worried expression that fell over astara's countenance. glancing to astara then, the woman noted the aloof regard her lightchild held, and a small sound of mirth vibrated in her throat.
she stepped beyond them into the snow, moving some feet before glancing back along the skeletal jut of one shoulderblade toward the small pair. would they come? granting them an encouraging chuff, relmyna continued on, a pathway of small-printed tracks trailing behind her through the fallen white.