Blackfeather Woods my love

Her eyes looked to Charon as he spoke, mirth filling her gaze.
His words offended her, rightly so she thought.
She was a protector of the woods and a hunter of neutral lands. His voice had carried to her; the voice that told them to get her. 
Get her like she was some coyote escaping with the contents of a cache.

She rumbled low, displeased openly. She wasn't afraid to hide it, "If I remember correctly, Sir," the words were spat like rotting food, "You told your pack to attack me. And for what, may I ask." 
She sighed softly, smothering the wildfire that was burning inside. She hated the scarred man. She hated his pack. She felt she was right and true. Perfectly balanced. The Blackfeather didn't start the fight, surely.
She turned to look back to the Listener and awaited her next words.
She hoped they were to make sure the man didn't come back.
Not for this Potema, nor anyone.
Potema. Realisation dawned on her for she was Maegi's mother. Did he know where Maegi was? Was that why he came asking for her?