Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

just like the blaze of white that overtook his mocha muzzle, this boy was bold. astara reacted to his posturing rather slowly, deliberately drawing her aubergine gaze across his features as if to say there was not much there to measure.

whether or not she understood him, his intention and posturing was clear. in response, the blackbird’s tail arced upward, with her claws curled into the dirt in preparation for the youth’s first strike.