Blackfeather Woods all i've ever known

The war had made her wary, the subsequent flight more so. The fur on her nape prickled as she realized she was no longer alone in the cavern, and she slowly turned, mismatched eyes darting about the cave as she searched for the intruder.

There. A dark form, blending neatly into the wall save for its gaze, a cold, bright blue. Her pelt bristled out, making her look nearly twice as burly as she really was, and Maegi's black lips drew into a snarl as she stared down the shadow, trying her best to hold her ground.

"Who are you?" she demanded in a hiss, her words echoing faintly throughout the Temple. "What are you doing here?"

For he must be an enemy. Any Blackfeather wolf would carry Vaati's scent on their pelt, and she caught no trace of her brother on this dark man. An enemy, come back to plunder. And though she knew she was ultimately powerless--she was no fighter--she would do her level best to chase this man out of the Woods. He did not belong here.