Blackfeather Woods Rust to rust

astara was ignored by the wraith, which was just as well. resentfully, she watched his every move, doing so in a pointed way that clearly conveyed she was just waiting for an excuse to sink her teeth into him.

it was a good thing averna was there to give the man some direction, for astara would have given him neither an answer nor any semblance of kindness -- unless an answer by way of her fangs counted. averna motioned to the altar and astara followed her gaze, disguising the brief flare of heart-pang she felt when she looked upon the cleaned pelvis of her mother.