Swiftcurrent Creek I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter

Mae was, for lack of a better word, pissed. Not only had her father spared the trespasser, he'd invited her to stay. Of everything she thought she knew about Swiftcurrent Creek, its adherence to the core principle of defending their land and their own was the one thing she'd never questioned even a little. Until now.

She might have wondered why, if she wasn't too angry to care. No reason could be good enough. But what could she do? Leave Swiftcurrent Creek? Bumble around blindly and hope she ran into someone friendly?

Starve herself to death out of stubborn spite?

Starve herself to death out of stubborn spite, definitely. Mae lounged by the creek, her energy low but her will as strong as ever. She wouldn't take another meal until she heard little men singing ding-dong the witch is dead.