Swiftcurrent Creek I am not a martyr, I'm a problem

It was rare that Mae wasted the energy to wish for sight anymore, but in this moment, she really fucking wished she could see. Fear-scent filled the air; the sound of shuffling; a whine. Mae's lips peeled back from her teeth briefly, but she smoothed the expression with some effort. Something bad had happened here — but what?

I'm not going to hurt you, okay? Mae tried for soothing and landed instead on exasperated. Better than angry, at least, which would've been truer to how she felt. Look, I just wanna know what happened to the pack here. And the leader. Akavir.