Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

Just because she was on-guard didn't mean that she necessarily expected anything, and so the dark, lanky shadow of a man that slipped over the border came as a surprise. She emerged from the brush, hurrying toward him with a scowl painted over her face. Once he was within scenting distance, she inhaled, and found none of the smell that had cloaked the ruddy girl's pelt.

But he was not Blackfeather. And, yet, here he was.

You're trespassing, Maegi said coldly, her voice disturbing the quiet around them. Should he continue to move, she would pursue him; if not, perhaps there was reason to be found. You need to get back over the border, now. Would she have to call for backup? She hoped this wouldn't turn into another mess.