Blackfeather Woods i like to be here when i can

The svelte brown shape ahead was not one of Damien's folk—to her knowledge—but it was not a face known to her, either. With a low growl, Maegi headed her way, trying to make herself look as intimidating as possible (which was a tall order, for a fairly small young woman). Still, she hoped the glint in her eyes made a good case.

Who are you? she demanded, lifting her chin. This is my home you're walking into. She blinked slowly, in feigned patience, standing and waiting expectantly for the woman's reply.