Blackfeather Woods want my friend, want my heart’s mend

as astara expected, the man lingered. with her ears still slyly turned to him, astara continued her ruminations -- up until she heard the crackle of resumed movement, and turned around to see sanguinus trailing her like a red-backed spectre.

her hackles flared immediately -- it was not just his proximity to her home that unsettled the dark cub, but the fact he was following her. she lifted her thin muzzle and her lips curled back in a sulky but silent snarl -- a silent command that said keep your distance.

she was in no mood to entertain visitors; still freshly aggrieved by the fall of her dam, astara was high on alert and in no way shape or form felt charitable towards strangers -- least of all ones that followed her like lost lambs.