Teetering on the edge

Ears parked as Rhona spoke the name of the once that had killed her former mate. Asla chuckled and grinned. "Ahh, my grandmother. Yeah, that's something she'd do." Though Resin was a very calm sort of wolf, Asla had always felt that there was another side to the one-eyed woman. This proved it.

Into the den they went. Rhona began putting the furs away. She did pipe up though and asked Aslas name. Grey ears perked and she looked over her shoulder at the dark woman. "Aslatiel Fatalis. Princess of the Armada." The girl slid her paints onto a shelf dug out in the wall.

"So what did he do that was so bad? Had to be something pretty substantial for my grandmother to go so far." Next she took out her old star maps and began to shelve those as well. She rolled one open and almost reverently brushed her pads over the dried paint. She had loved stars when she was younger.