Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

The stranger loomed over her, fur puffed out, face brooking no opposition. Thus addressed, she said, "Maegi," and left it at that, hoping that was enough for the woman. She'd seen this song and dance before. She knew what it was to have to defend a territory. . .and she knew the dangers of strangers infiltrating said territory.

She resisted the urge to laugh, suddenly. She was the farthest thing there was from a threat right now, scrawny and starving, a girl just shy of seven moons. To be met with such aggression--

"Where are we?" Maegi asked the Bearclaw woman again, turning to look at her. Clearly at the borders of a pack, but which one? And would they be familiar with her scent, her family? Her stomach rumbled, and she knew that it was a risk she would have to take, if she wanted to eat anytime soon. She watched the sort of dance the mother was doing, ears rolling forward in curiosity.