Big Salmon Lake With our eyes wide open

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the recent rumblings in Blackfeather meant little to Astara, who went on living life as it was intended to be lived; bite everything, chew anything, and trust nothing. 

she found herself stalking Flicker out of boredom, but what originally was a game transpired into something far more sinister. a primal focus seemed to come to life in the girl as she remained undetected; it gave her peculiar delight to see her “victim” so clueless. 

but eventually stalking and the subsequent lack of detection became boring — so when Flicker bent down to drink, the nightcub sprung from the brush like a little lion, paws outstretched to buffer her packmate with pellmell slaps before scampering off like the little demon she was.