Witch's Marsh They don't believe in us, but I believe we're the enemy

Concluding this!

Mae was not conscious of being carried, inspected; when she woke it was at the sound of a slightly-distant yip, finding a strange wolf standing over her. The girl shot up and away, snarling and bristling wildly. She nearly ran into the other wolf — another stranger, but she recognized the scent of Kvarsheim on him.

And so, ultimately, Mae would follow him back to his home; shaken by her experience, changed in some way she could not yet grasp.