Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

the male appeared visibly confused. astara’s posture was rigid, tail held behind her in clear disdain.

the moment the ice-water beast was past, the blackbird spun on her heels and lunged maliciously for either hock. backbiter that she may be, astara was no docile creature — every wolf that came to flirt with danger by coming to her realm was met with the same unhinged ferocity.