Blackfeather Woods feed me

Wrapping this vaguely since Shego is inactive. @Titmouse @Rowan will give y'all a few days to respond before archiving.

Whatever answer the intruder gave wasn't good enough. From the moment "Potema" had left her lips, Maegi had been prejudiced against her. Her tail flagging, she drew strength from Mou and Rowan by her side, and let loose a rumbling snarl, fur in a wild bristle as if caught by electricity.

Whether it took just a show or actual, physical effort to drive the woman from their home. . .it didn't matter. But Maegi would not rest until she was gone, and once she was, she turned back to the others. She let her guard down, visibly shaken.

Thanks, she murmured briefly, touching her nose to Rowan's forehead and brushing against Mou, before stumbling off into the woods. Potema—blood—sacrifice— it all kept ringing in her ears and she couldn't rid herself of the noise.

Only when she reached the inner sanctum of the forest, quiet, calm trees, did she relax, yet only by a fraction.

Did she really resemble her mother so much?