Hushed Willows Every day I've got a smile where my frown goes

She didn't like the way the woman looked at her. There was a knowing sadness in her eyes that Mae could not quite comprehend — and she knew her name — ! She withdrew her paw sharply when the stranger reached for her, tucking both of her forepaws away and out of reach.

Who the fuck are you? And how do you know my name? Mae demanded, eyes gone from starlight to ice. This was getting creepy, and she had no patience for weird bullshit after all that she'd been through. The girl, she'd trusted, but this woman? She didn't know her. And she didn't want to know her. This feeling, this odd familiarity — she didn't need it.