Hushed Willows the answer's somewhere deep in it, i'm sorry that you're feeling it

intuitive enough to recognize that the male's patience was coming to an end, astara's ears pinned in answer and she turned her muzzle southeast. he could accompany her, if he wished -- but as he had already found out, she was not scintillating company.

astara did not wait for a reply. wishing to put distance between her failure to communicate, the blackbird stalked quickly through the snow following the faded scent of a long-passed hare.