Neverwinter Forest What the feck

unlike ganondorf, astara regretted nothing. she had left blackfeather behind, for it was home to her no longer. she missed her sibling dearly, but relmyna had not died early for her children to be dependent -- astara's upbringings had been fraught with peril, and she was far more capable than many her age when it came to the bare bones of survival.

her travels took her wherever the prey went. some nights she sat with her mother's seeing stone cradled in her paws, concentrating deeply -- she liked to believe the power the stone harvested would eventually let her commune with @Averna, but other nights she was too tired to concentrate, and slept soundly.

for a vagrant, she was doing fine -- up until she came across the scent of ganondorf. they were far from where they had originally met, so she followed his trail inquisitively. as independent as the yearling believed herself to be, she was still a wolf bound by her subspecies' need for company. with the stone pressed to her cheeks, astara followed ganondorf like a distant shadow, her indigo eyes following every move with keenness unusual for a wolf so young.