Shadow Mountain I am inimitable, I am an original

She wasn't sure why she had come here again. Perhaps in an attempt to cope, to live with the evil that dwelled upon the mountain. She kept wary, ears swiveling atop her head. 

The past could come hurtling back in an instant, or so it seemed. 

But a very pretty young girl appeared instead, reminding Maegi of the shadow-cloaked shewolf from the other day. This one's appearance was even more striking, though, with a patchwork pelt and bicolored eyes. The Melonii hailed her with a chuff, tail flagging. Friendly, but on-guard.

What brings you here? Maegi asked casually, cocking her head just slightly to one side in query.