Blackfeather Woods lavender

astara had only just slipped from under relmyna's watchful eye -- well, what she had really done was run until her mother was fed up with chasing her. sensing the coast was clear, astara leapt from the scramble of ferns that concealed her and contently strolled down an unfamiliar path at a jaunty walk.

the little escapist was not alone for long; she froze with her floppy ears perked as she heard a shudder ahead. curious and not at all as afraid as she should be, she stepped towards the huddling bundle of fur with her tail held stiff alongside her spine. something about this female seemed a little strange, and astara felt a chill climb her reedy spine as she saw dark voids where eyes should be.