Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

she drifted behind the shaken adult, her unfathomable purple eyes resting on the wolf's soft plumage, her surprised features -- astara knew, in many less words then, that this wolf was cut of a different cloth than she, or any of the hardened wolves in blackfeather's gloomy realm.

shisu quickly bade her exit of the scene, her quickly retreating heels issuing a small draft of wind that played the cluster of feathers - black plumes which swirled in tantalizing motions. astara instinctively lunged for them, the toad loosened from her grip as she plunged among the whirling pinions with her tiny white teeth flashing between flickering feathers.