Starglow Basin highway

at first, she figured the tiny dark shadow was her own, set oblong across the sand, at a strange angle from her own body. it was only when she took a step backward and stopped—and the shadow kept going—that she realized she was mistaken.

fiamma barked sharply, reeling back into an imperious trot as she sought to cut off the stranger as close to the border as she could. their intersection would come just within the territory, and it was there that she would square up on the little fae, chin lifted high above hers.

you trespass here, she informed the woman coolly. her muzzle stretched in a smile that did not meet her eyes. why?

she stood firm, ready to call for backup in case needed—which she sincerely doubted she would.