Hushed Willows A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows

Tags can be for ref or for joining, just pulling Mae into the present!

Time passed, and Mae's healing was slow but steady. She kept close to Reverie and @Blossom, who she had learned was a cousin of sorts, another Mayfair. They were family. It was this revelation which had allowed her to fully relax and settle into this strange new place, Hearthwood. She still wasn't sure about the man, though, @Boone. He was... alright. But she didn't go out of her way to talk to him.

Instead she took to the territory the moment the infection faded from her blood, driven by a bone-deep sense of possession over the land. She marked the trees and left mangled remnants of prey here and there, she walked the borders and watched the land beyond; she'd even chased a bold fox from a cache, snarling and snapping the whole way until it was far out of sight. There was something gratifying about this work.

She was reinforcing the edges of the claim now, the part that melted away into marshland. Mae hadn't ventured past this point just yet. She wasn't quite ready. Swiftcurrent Creek was not so far as she would have liked, and she didn't think she could face any of them just yet. Especially not Akavir. So she kept within the boundaries of the willows, following the scents of other animals which had passed through and keeping careful tabs on everything that entered and exited the territory.