Wild Berry Meadow manuke

astara did not often travel outside of blackfeather, but these days her restlessness took the better of her, and she found herself in the meadow not so far from her dark home.  astara was unused to such openness, and stuck close to the tree-line -- until the lone form of a prone wolf caught her attention.

the night-cub reluctantly pulled from cover, her inquisition getting the better of her. the wolf was taller than her, and powerfully made -- yet that did not daunt the brazen youth. she made towards kuma in a straight line, her posture stiff but not challenging -- and if allowed, would scent the wolf's pelt, ready for retaliation should it come.