Arrow Lake setting fire to our insides for fun

She came down to the lake she'd seen from up high, wanting to try fishing again. It had been a while since she'd attempted it, and Maegi thought of Rokig each and every time she did. The solemn gray man was in her head now as she came down to the bank—but it was another grayscale wolf that caught her attention instead, well in the land of the here and now and not just within her thoughts.

Hela, she said, mouth suddenly dry. She drew to a stop, warily looking over the girl. A young woman, actually; she'd grown well since Maegi had last seen her. A testament to both of her handsomely-built parents. If Maegi had been on better ground with her niece, she'd say so.

Alas. . . Are you still with Nightwalkers? Maegi asked, her voice stilted as her legs, gone straight and stiff. Her shoulders held a similar position. The tension between them could be cut with a feather.