Fairspell Meadow a few hairs raise on the back of my hand

The slave girl had lingered near Moonshadow, as she seemed so often inclined to, characteristically protective as the gentle shadow's time drew near to birth - though she tried to be unbothersome in her closeness and kept much of her growing interest in the woman hidden close to her heart. 

The call drew her from the dark of the trees, blinking against the glare of the light as she followed the white lady's call blindly. Her hellish gaze soon acclimated and she found she was one of the first from the Woods to answer. 

"Hello again," she murmured to Tundra as she settled upon dark haunches, fiery gaze sliding to the other two. 

It lingered curiously for a moment upon the lone wolf before turning upon Parvati, whom she offered a polite nod, before at last returning to Tundra in wait of instructions.