Blackfeather Woods Breached her sanctuary

Ramsay called her to adventure, and adventure she supposed she would have. Wagging her tail excitedly, she began to follow him, but not too long after that did an unfamiliar wolf enter the clearing.

Light on his feet despite his deformities, Ramsay blocked her, with a defensive query toward the man. Flicking her ear in annoyance--she was the same size as her brother, she didn't need protection--Maegi shuffled around him, staring up quizzically at the stranger.

He was big and dark--and old. Heavy gray marked his muzzle and streaked through his black pelt, and his eyes looked. . .well, they looked as if they had seen a lot, that's for sure. Maegi was sure she had not seen him before; she would remember his air of quiet menace.

"Yeah, who're you?" she echoed Ramsay, though her tone was more curious than anything. He had pretty eyes--a very dark blue-purple, that despite their warmth had a steely edge to them.