Swiftcurrent Creek I am not a legend, I'm a fraud

A wolf without a pack, then. Mae had been alone once, though not for long. The memory was not a pleasant one; it took a certain strength to face the world without a pack, a strength she had not cared to cultivate. Wolves were stronger when they stood together, anyway.

Just me, Mae shrugged, turning her head back toward her intended path. There was still territory to be marked. S'why I'm workin' double. You mind? She gestured onward as she asked it, an invitation for the woman to walk with her while she finished her patrol. With no way to see whether the stranger followed or not, Mae started forward nonetheless.

Name's Mae, she added. And this is Swiftcurrent Creek. Ancestral home of the Frostfur-Mayfairs. That'd be me. Just her, now. Family reunions would be fun.