Blackfeather Woods a turtle has made it to the water

i'm okay with PP - astara is also skippable if need be

towing in her jaws the worried form of a toad (one that caused her mouth to rime and blanch with the taste), astara paused under an overhang of weary trees and glanced outwards. her attention was affixed not on prey, but predator: two shapes that moved along the borders like formless waves of fog.

her gaze narrowed as voices carried through the trees. she had no use for speech, and therefore, understood nothing of it; and being a whelp that was rather uninitiated to the customs of the world, simply assumed these wolves might be friendly so long as all of their eyes were present -- she had not liked that wolf with no eyes, and had decided some time ago to be childishly prejudiced to anything resembling her.

these wolves resembled that sightless crone little. she nudged the mangled toad onto a root and approached them curiously, but not without caution. in her lithe frame there was no aggression or hostility -- only an insatiable child's interest. of particular interest to her was not the pied grey brother, but the black wolf -- which looked as if he had run too fast into the face of a willow, or perhaps been sat upon at some point.

gazing curiously at both of them, astara made no move to conceal herself (she had no skill for that anyway). instead her ears seemed to sway back and forth, from one wolf to the other, her eyes bright with intrigue.