Serpent Lake milton comes back

She felt bad for a split second, from the moment he jumped to when he opened his mouth, and then all sympathy was off the table. "Hello to you, too," she snapped, turning the ruined side of her face away from him in reflex. The cold Melonii indigo orb stared him down, running over his dark fur, his bright eyes. What an asshole.

Seriously, were her scars really that bad? It was in equal parts devastating and, well, awesome.

"I don't need help," she said briskly, looking down her nose at him. "I was just coming over to see if you lived around here, or if you were just passing by." Just a friendly neighbor, checking out the new face. But no, she had to be mocked like some freak show--of course. Maybe the shadows of Blackfeather Woods really were the best place for her.