Blackfeather Woods send help

skip me until Astara is acknowledged!! <3

rather than break up as most scuffles did, this one continued. astara’s gaze tracked the carnage, admiring the tenacity of the youth, and discouraged by the lack of survival instinct displayed by the adult. if she did not fight back hard, and soon, the dark cub of the forest was surely to be her maker.

as if privy to astara’s thoughts, the she-wolf finally fought back. wishing for any sort of killing blow, astara watched like a slavering hyena — waiting for the snow to clear so she might pick a meal off of the hapless loser.