Wish upon a star (Ashiel)

Walking through the grove Ashiel admired what was, to him, wonderfully warm weather. After working his way through winter in Boreas he was grateful to get back to the more temperate temperatures of the southern continent. Of course by the time he'd worked his way down here he was certain spring was now making its way through Boreas. He'd thought about turning back but decided he'd had enough travel for one seen.

The groves were alight with buds and hints of dew. The rainy season was settling into Auster and bringing with it budding life and abundant prey. Thankfully, he'd had his fill of clams up on the Bifröst so he wasn't inclined to hunt but rather wander through the grove, serenading by birds and anointed with the dew that would shake from the trees when one would take off.

As he maneuvered his way around a particularly thick raspberry patch he noticed a startling figure stretched out in the sun. Naturally, he assumed she was a spirit. She was cloaked in numerous colors colliding over a jet black pelt. He had no idea what sort of spirit she was and after his encounters with Iskra he didn't dare guess. He wanted to say something but perhaps it was better to let sleeping spirits rest… He was about to move on when his paw stepped on something with a sickening crunch. He wrinkled his nose as he examined the remains of someone's lunch.

"Talk"