Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

it was a good thing astara could not talk, at least on shisu's behalf. had she the gift of gab she might have ruthlessly tormented the female for her timid nature, and then, after witnessing the spectacular faceplant the woman was about to indulge in, might have crowed victoriously about how painfully clumsy the she-wolf was.

a stifled giggle sounded, not too far from where shisu had managed to entangle her legs -- astara's small frame pulled out from a brake of tangled brier, toad in tow. she looked pointedly at the woman, who had been felled by designs other than astara's -- and then, without an offer of aid or concern, bolted back into the eldritch screen of thorns and bramble.