Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

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She kept to herself, preferring the quiet of this glade to the more populated valley she'd come across. And although this place was filled with foxes, their slim bodies fleeting shadows in the night, at least they weren't wolves. Wolves she didn't know.

Every new face and figure filled her with fear. She was a girl caught in a storm, wondering when and where the lightning would strike next. Anyone, anyone, might be the next to scar her mind and body. There was no way of knowing. No way of preventing it, except to stay alone.

But there was little happiness to be found in solitude. The misery from being separated from loved ones had faded into a dull ache that pained her only occasionally; mostly, it was emptiness, a yawning sense of being incomplete. She didn't belong here, but she didn't know how to get home. She didn't know where home was. Her sense of direction was wretched; she'd clearly gone the wrong way, for when she climbed the walls of Bearclaw Valley and looked out, she could not find Blackfeather Woods.

So much had gone wrong, in such a short time.

Her heart hammered in her chest, now, as a wolf she might have caught glimpses of here and there approached, trotting down the path on which she had been meandering. Bristling, Maegi sank back into the brush, mismatched eyes bright, spooky orbs in the darkness as she regarded the woman with the utmost wariness.