Meadowlark Prairie someone to rely on as thunder comes a-rolling down

astara was but a few strides before the even-keeled words of her company were heard. she drew up, craning her neck so that she could pin the woman full in her sights again.

there was little to be seen of a malicious nature surrounding this ivorn wolf. in light of this, astara’s shoulders appeared to lose their roughened edge.

a soft exhale pressed from her muzzle; she was as fine as she would ever be, not that the woman was aware of it. a quiet lull spilled between the two of them before the nightcub flicked an ear and strung her muzzle to the ground, nosing around heloise’s form in a browsing fashion.