Blackfeather Woods devoted to destruction

Maegi was just about to skip off and fetch another stone for her dear uncle when the solid black form of Ramsay careened into her personal space, snarling jaws less than an inch from her own nose. Taken aback, she blinked and shied away, avoiding further confrontation. Jeez. She had just been mad about the pebble; nothing to get in a tizzy about.

All the while, Cicero just sat and watched. Sat and watched. He was a quiet, stoic presence among the chaos, this uncle of hers--in stark contrast to his maniacal alter ego (and their father, unknown to Maegi and her siblings).

Flicking her little white tail in annoyance at Ramsay's overreaction, she nosed about the glen, trying to find more presents for Cicero. She would let the boys wrestle and play further while she searched.

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