Blackfeather Woods send help

the woman does not answer. hela's brow furrows, glare settling on her features. somewhere behind her, the woman turns and runs; the girl acknowledges this (and the fact that she is likely running in the wrong direction) with a flick of her ears. hopefully, the girl would encounter the poison glade, or tumble into the ravine, and take herself out of the gene pool. 

"you came for that," she guesses, motioning at the bone. there is a spark of familiarity, one she can not place. but no words come from the girl, and hela is too impatient to try any other method of communicating, nor will astara's silence answer her questions. her auds flick, a silent "why?" she does not entirely expect any answer to.