Moonspear stage 1: denial

She had lingered, spectral, since spotting her son nearby. His journey lay with the living; hers with the dead.

But what of one caught in the space between?

Maegi, too, drifted near the borders. Wolves had claimed this place before; she was unsure whether the same pack ruled still or if others had come to take their place. Not that it mattered. . .she was a threat to no one's claim, even if she did cross the hallowed territorial line.

A streak of white; a gaunt figure stretched in flight—

Her head whipped round and she took chase. Normally, she wouldn't have. But she reveled in the perfection of her spirit-form; no longer limping along, she could rival the wind for her speed, and so she did. . .

And as she began to catch up, the form and scent and feel of the stranger began to coalesce into something all too familiar.

She barked a command to stop, just as she was gaining upon his churning limbs.