Blackwater Islands bleak

Wolves didn't have mirrors to their disposal, but she'd seen her reflection in enough pools, some of them clear enough to catch the hue of her eyes. Said eyes popped open at the sound of pawsteps, and she lifted her head to find the mirror of her gaze—enough to spook her, anyway.

And who the hell are you? Maegi demanded, her voice hoarse, cracking on half the words. The other was dark, and much younger, but in eyes alone they could have been twins, albeit different sides of the face. Certainly some relation based on that deep indigo; she'd given up thinking anything was coincidence at this point.

She half-sat up, lifting her chest with some effort, but made it a priority to meet that haunting stare, letting the silence engulf them until the other spoke.