Phantom Hollow “This place is scary”

Occupied as she is in keeping busy here in the hollow, Megara does not notice the new arrival for some time. It is only when a little cream blob exits a small den, a few tail-lengths away from where she is hunting, that the crone approaches, brow furrowed in concern. This was not one of Damien's children. Who is she?

Hello, child, she croons, dropping to her belly to give her a more level view of the girl. Where did you come from? The question is rhetorical, of course; she does not expect the pup to have an answer. The scents upon her downy fur are unfamiliar, save for one—and even that smell is hazy at best, in Megara's mind.

It seems as if this tiny girl had just materialized out of thin air. How was that possible?