Phoenix Maplewood paganus

The man’s voice was stern with its demand, and yet so very faraway. She came to—whatever fire that had danced within her mind and heart flickering to only an ember as her gaze snapped open. Confusion set in for a moment, the spell gone as she rolled, shifting herself to her belly as her ears splayed to a delicate crown. Looking to the dark man, the only recognition offered was from his scent, and she shook her head slowly, her mind catching up now to her emotional stress and her dead faint.

Yes, she knew this forest.

Her heart fluttered, and she shifted a paw to tuck beneath her chest. “Forgive me—I’m sorry. I’m…” A mess, her mind wished to finish for her. A failure, another part whispered, much darker than the first. “I’m Meadow.”