Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

despite her interest in the haggard man, she does not miss the stare that pierces at her from Maegi's opposite side. glancing down from Maegi to set her gaze on the boy, she echoes the curl of his lip and flicks her ears back against her crown. she shifts her weight to take a step closer and is distracted by her mother's name on Maegi's tongue, as effective a deterrent as a nip from Cass herself. 

"who?" she spoke at last, attention returning to the man. she was aware that she had a father, the fact simply played no role in her life - Moonshadow's brood, and the younger ones too, had no father that she knew of. it was the norm, and she didn't feel especially lacking. but this was not the man her mother had described when she'd told them of him while they'd been den-bound. "you should be bigger." she ascertained finally, suspicious.