Blackfeather Woods feed me

The effect the greeting had upon Maegi couldn't have been more pronounced. The Nona reeled back as if struck, an ugly look of shock contorting her face. This quickly morphed into a scowl, a growl simmering at the base of her throat, her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth.

If you're a friend of Potema's, you are no friend of mine, Maegi spat, eyes alight. Her flared nostrils found Mou's scent, and Rowan's, too; good. She would have back-up if need be. You need to leave. Now.

A part of her, though, was curious. A twisted kind of wonder, but curious all the same. What knew this woman of her mother? What was this 'blood sacrifice' she spoke of? Was the trespasser Melonii after all? This scene reeked of her family's awful religion, or something darker still.