Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

cameo for now <3

astara returned from her jaunt to find merrick gone, his scent meandering away through the mosswood. where his form indented the carpeting pinestraw, astara found the curled and fragile form or a mouse's impossibly tiny spine. nudging it, astara deliberately turned it lengthwise, and then left it alone.

she did not fear for merrick's safety, and so did not find herself immediately trailing the wayward scent of her companion. instead she pursued in an idyllic fashion, stopping here and there in lazy interest to investigate a strange pinecone, an old rabbit warren, and the gnarled, long-dead skeleton of a hapless buck that had found his death in the embrace of a stunted tree.