Blackfeather Woods periodic

oh, gods. she was almost tempted to pray to the ones maegi had mentioned, save for the fact they scared her more than the boy right now. abruptly, she sat, planting herself, while her tongue curled over her lips. instinctively, she lowered her muzzle slightly, not quite meeting him in the eye when he spoke again. he was right, of course; there was something wrong with her. that became especially obvious when the resident crows took joy in leaving rotten spoils in her favorite spots. she wasn't completely meek, though. "yeah, well—" she paused, wilting somewhat again. she hadn't really thought about where her brief defiance would lead. "I am. was." and she was real, so she supposed the made him wrong. it was, however, a very small victory.