Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

dutifully, astara fell in step behind relmyna's hocks -- though not before she aimed a quick nip at her sister's cheeks. it occurred to her that if she was going to be obedient, she was going to at least announce her displeasure about it -- she tranfixed her gaze on relmyna's bobbing hocks and lunged for one, her milk-teeth trying to gum the flat of her mother's back leg with little growls.

she stopped short almost immediately, however -- the snow, the brightness, this strange and unwitnessed world -- it was bizarre, unknown, and scary. instinctively she looked up to her mother, her ears flopping -- and then turned back to averna to gauge her reaction to the strange stuff on the ground.