Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

Maegi was growing more and more irritable by the day, which she chalked up to advancing pregnancy. The call raised her hackles, the fur along her spine prickled, and she had a distinctly unpleasant expression on her face when she drew up alongside Parvati. Her bloated stomach audibly growled, churning with what was apparently the mad rhythm of fetuses.

Yes? she asked a little tersely, looking at the Blackfeather woman before turning her gaze to the stranger at the border. What's going on? What's your business here?

If the other was here to join, then that was fine. . .anything else, and Maegi felt it a waste of time to even answer this summons. Still, she tried to morph her face into something a little more pleasant and welcoming, although it felt like wearing a stiff, cold mask. 'Fake it 'til you make it' had never really worked for her.