Blackfeather Woods welcome to the party--everyone have their kool-aid?

Her cry summons a woman, luckily one of the new scents Maegi had encountered, and she rose to her feet, trying to make the motion as graceful as possible despite her stunted paw. The dark-pelted stranger gave her a kind greeting, and the girl peered back at her, eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Who're you?" Maegi asked, rudely and without preamble. Though her family had done well in teaching her many things, politeness and good manners were not really among those lessons. In time, she would learn, but for now. . .

"Are you supposed to be here?" she continued, her squeaky tone lowering to something more adult, menacing. She hunched her shoulders, white fur bristling, and snarled at the woman, teeth bared. She could not possibly be a packmate of hers. This she-wolf with the kind eyes was too soft, too good, for these woods.