Blackfeather Woods lavender

astara stiffened as ocra first looked away, then turned her maimed form to leave. it was not until the agouti's beaten backside was to the girl before she moved; somehow, those blackened eyes facing away from her seemed to restore some semblance of puppyish courage. somehow, it was as if witnessing those soulless voids that astara felt the life sucked from her, and similarly, felt an oppressive weight lifted when the woman's head was out of view.

curious, but not courageous enough to quick-step behind the retreating she-wolf, astara rose slowly on her lanky limbs and followed after as quietly as she could. unfortunately, she lacked the stealth of a seasoned wolf, and was plenty loud in her stalking.