Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

astara had no earthly idea how the toad felt, and if she had heard shisu's internal dialogue (and then understood it) she would have laughed rudely in the she-wolf's face, for she was not concerned with the opinion of toads, or for that matter, strangers who thought she ought not to play with toads.

indeed, relmyna's night-cub was shaping up to be an unruly terror; blackfeather was her realm, and all of the denizens of forest her subjects. or at least, that was how astara believed it, for she had never been told otherwise.

as shisu fished around for her, the shrubs seemed to shake and quiver of their own accord. underneath their shuddering boughs of leaves astara rumbled, a low-pitched growl that filtered through the briarpatch and into the air. the more shisu felt around the more the girl darted from shrub to shrub, a high shriek of delight furling out behind her as she made a game of the adult's consternation.