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

wrestling deeply embedded root was a hard task; astara had tired enough that she didn't even put up a fight as averna clambered atop her -- nary a growl rumbled in her little throat. she lifted her head as her pale sister flanked her mother; that reminded astara that she was hungry, and tired.

sleepily, the girl yawned wide -- lips smacking with a tired 'ayuawp'. with averna pressed against her, astara rose and followed after her sibling with sleepiness pooling her gaze.