Silvertip Mountain thestral

dragomir had become lucid by the time astara returned-- while he had been awake before, the dark shade had not taken much notice of his flickering hazel gaze. lingering still, astara did not approach the boy until she was beckoned over by her companion. in that moment astara moved with spidery purpose, alighting besides merrick's form like a furred and deranged shelob.

this is a cave of devils, merrick intoned. the devil lowered her head, shadows pulling across her skull as she fixed her chilling gaze upon dragomir, her lips pulled back in a bare-fanged grimace. once she had made her cruel impression on their charge (ignoring his pleads of terror), astara would pull back -- remaining on the fringes if called into action, but much preferring to spectate this delightfully new bloodsport.