Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

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no sooner had astara fell to the ground with empty jaws, maegi was upon her; in truth, the she-wolf was a whirling ghost of snarling spittle, and astara, losing her footing, fell to the ground with a surprised yelp. she wasn't resilient, or trained enough to be prepared for maegi's protectiveness of the bird, and her own inexperience made her vulnerable as she roiled on the ground, defensive as a spitting cat against her unknown older sister.

she scrambled around enough to get her footing, her muzzle crinkling in a silent snarl with her tongue poking between her teeth. she didn't like how she was being talked to (even if she deserved it) and a defensive spike of hackles rose along her back as she guiltily eyed the raven perched on the tree limb above. he was now well out of her reach, but he was not at all well out of her mind; for now she would do as she was told... but she wouldn't always.

sulkily, the girl's lips drew to a close and she looked at the ground between her paws. she didn't have a verbal answer for her sister, and instead placed her muzzle on her paws with a frustrated and exaggerated teenaged sigh.