Blackfeather Woods and keep it all on the inside

She may have been quick on her large paws but she was by no means graceful. Clumsy as she ambled over roots and nooks to gain on the trail of Maegi's scent. A neediness burned with passion in her chest. Desperate for time with her other (Anansi, of course, being the first) ghost. She would not be left behind today. Wolfskull was no good to her anymore when more sprawled outside of its grasps.

The heaviness of everything that had conspired in these woods within the last rise of the sun had not yet settled upon the young Melonii brood. At least, not this one.

Paling eyes found a familiar splash of white against the dark trees. The child did not miss a beat as she aimed to near Nona's hip, careful to not bump her or seem too aggressive. This was not one of her brothers with a need for tussling upon arrival.

Ma.