game on, mfs

Try as they might to shield young Astaroth from the horrors of the world, her mothers simply can't keep everything from her. Something has happened, something terrible- it's obvious in their very demeanors, in the concise and careful way they carry themselves these days. Astaroth doesn't quite understand it, but she knows she wants to be strong, to protect them, to protect all her siblings. Because of Abraxas, and for Abraxas. In the light of so much uncertainty, in growing older and seeing just how much there is to learn and experience, Astaroth starts to cling more tightly to the faith that has been instilled in her.

With Abraxas on her side, she knows she can do anything.

Happy to push her boundaries more and more with each day that passes, she heads further north than ever before. These plains aren't so different from the fields back home, familiar enough that she didn't feel wildly out of her element here. Well, at least mostly. The scent of bloodshed was strong here, clinging metallic to the inside of her nose as her gaze roved over her surroundings.

The sound of another young wolf calling out catches her attention. Astaroth is cautious as she creeps along, quiet on her paws as the slightly older boy comes into view. A slow nod is offered as she approaches. "You're looking for a spar? Just for practice, right?" Waiting for his approval, she settled back into a more defensive stance, muscles coiled and ready as she prepared herself for what could come.