Blackfeather Woods i blew a man away

if left to her own devices, astara might have wandered deeper into the thick of the woods, until the trees were neck to neck, and she was wholly lost among their grim faces. instead, her meanderings were cut to a halt as a voice hailed her, and pulled her from her reverie.

for a moment it was as if astara was on some remote plane, beyond the reach of this realm - but that was just astara. she was quiet, reserved, and somewhat spacey - a flaw in her demeanor perhaps, or even more likely, simply a product of her strange environment.

thus the girl held shisu fully in her sights, studying her curiously while the toad languidly protested its abject prison. despite the fear emanating from the strange wolf, astara had none -- and not a shade of malice lingered in her indigo gaze as she looked upon the stranger, curious as to what it was doing here, and wondering if it might be here to play with her?