Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

When they reached the Creek, Mae took it upon herself to twist out of her packmate's grasp and flop onto the ground below with an indignant huff. She quickly smoothed out her fur when Wren called for Akavir, and drew herself up to what she hoped was a stern and imposing height. Then she took a step forward, placing herself further in front of the woman, and stood in the manner of a grim sentry. Clearly it was up to her to be the responsible one here. Akavir would be so pleased with her.

Or so she thought.