Arrow Lake setting fire to our insides for fun

her attention snaps back toward the present, and the woman before her, as soon as her name is spoken. hackles flare instinctively, tension almost tangible. but the woman, with her moon-pale pelt and jagged grin, is easily recognizable. "maegi," she greets the woman in turn, deflating somewhat but kept on edge by the tension extruded by the woman.

it had been obvious that the leader had not approved of her decision all those months ago. it was one she had doubted, but not regretted. had she not learned, and had she not been forced to become the warrior she was now? she was content with who she was and what she had learned, and found that she did not hold any animosity towards the once-leader for her disapproval. a nod, and then, "what happened to Blackfeather?" the borders were faded, her old haunt's tainted by interlopers and scavengers. consciously, she forced some looseness into her shoulders, though is unable to dissipate the tension entirely.