Fairspell Meadow you were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom

In the darkness, something emerged. The shape was wolf and it was moving, and not slowly, toward her. Without even willing it, her hackles rose, bicolored eyes flashing as she turned to face it head-on. Whatever it was—whomever it was—she was in no mood to be trifled with. Not on her new land.

What do you want? Maegi asked, voice cutting into the night. Her tone toed the line between commanding and rude, with perhaps a subterranean quaver if one listened carefully enough. As much as she wanted to be Blackfeather's fearless leader, it was with fear that she reacted most of all.

Fear for her wolves. Fear for her children. Fear for the order of the world itself. Jaes, guide me, she thought fervently, squaring her shoulders.