Kintla Flatlands higher ground, had to be told

the tiny imp is already near-gone, the patter of her feet fading. yet it is a command that brings her back. the meaning of it was lost upon her, but not the tone - it was the same tone to fill her dam's voice when she growled in warning.

astara swung back warily, mimicking the loose gait in which wintersbane had adopted. he was much bigger, and thus, his stride larger and more elegant -- all the same the shadow fell in step alongside him with a wide grin and tongue lolling.