Mother had told her, in no uncertain terms, to stay far away from the strange land to the west of Avalon's territories. While she had no intention of going against her mother's commands, she was growing restless the longer she was cooped up at home. Her legs longed to stretch out and run, far away from the familiar orchard trees and farmland she was used to. Of course, she didn't intend to go far from home- the ever-looming threat of Abraxas himself watching her every move was enough to keep her in line. She'd be just a howl away, if anyone needed her. Surely her mothers wouldn't notice her missing for an afternoon...
Something about the swampland appealed to her. Already the terrain is so different from home, the air more humid and damp, the ground softer and wetter. Idly Astaroth pawed at a pocket of waterlogged ground, noting how it squished under her paws, pulling away to reveal mud underneath. Though she was quite interested in the features of the land itself, a nearby noise piqued her interest, and her childlike curiosity took over abruptly.
Almost immediately she jerked her head around and searched for the source of the sound. Zeroing in on it, she plodded over the boggy ground, nose twitching as she searched for who she heard nearby. Once she stranger came into view, partially obscured by a tree. Veering around it to get a better view, Astaroth's eyes widened when she realized they were just about her age. "Oh- hello," she greeted her, with a bit of hesitation. This was the first wolf outside of her family and pack that she'd really met, and truthfully she didn't know what to expect.
