Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

the wraith's teeth aimed true, but she paid the price -- osiris' paw roughly buffeted down her head, forcing her briefly to the ground in a smarting wreath of pain.

astara pulled away. she could keep tormenting him, keep driving him to defensiveness, but there was a possibility she would find her ruin in that game, too. she had a home to get to, and enemies far greater than the boy she'd mauled in the woods.

she carefully began to prowl away. she'd circle the glen-wolf a few times more, but after a few revolutions, astara snapped maliciously at the air and began to slink away.