Wapun Meadow [m] I am not a martyr, I'm a problem

It was as if one of her nightmares had materialized before her eyes. The boy who'd attacked her — or at least, that was what Mae thought when she laid eyes on him. She snarled aloud this time, tensing all over as the fur along her spine rose.

This time she wasn't hurt. This time she wouldn't let him flee. Mae's pace picked up into a sprint, but she didn't aim to engage just yet. Instead she meant to sail by him with a rough shoulder check; whether she made contact or not, Mae whipped around with teeth bared, rumbling her challenge.

This time she meant to kill him.