Boshin. Not what she was hoping-- nowhere near her goals-- but it's a start. Ashtaroth's morning run passes through the forest, so hunting along the way is no distraction. Stalking is a skill necessary for her interests. She's not certain how she feels patrolling the Outer Ring yet, all their enemies just beyond, nothing but the fresh of bond between any would-be escapee and their freedom.
   The cliche sound of a stick snapping drops her into a crouch, creeping through the underbrush of the maze towards the origin. She's light on her feet-- mostly because there's so little weight to her. She peers about the brush, and sighs when she recognizes him.
   "Crux," she greets the Bacchus. Last she saw him was under the sermon of one of his mothers. "I suppose you've snagged yourself a bond as well, then?" Her voice is still light, lilted. Never so pretty as Lotus's, but she also has much more to do. When they were young and playing at the tar pits, Ashtaroth had still been so compassionate as to give her sister priority. The nicest bond, most attractive mate-- but Lotus is missing. Feizin is dead. She would have no one to compete with. That is-- if Ashtar is even likes him. She hasn't decided yet.
   "Patrol the border with me?" she invites. She has him all to herself-- no need to rush things now.