Meet your new sister

Morganna had had her ravens since before she could remember so like fuck she was going to let this asshole eat one. She stalked after him, lips pulled back in a snarl, crystals and quills bristling as she stomped. Her elf owl had settled over her hips, protected between the sharp quills when the flying became too much, and her other raven kept an eye out over head. He was just strolling along ahead of her and it rankled. She should rip out his hamstring, that's what she should do, but then he'd chomp down on her bird and her companion would be down it's mate. She couldn't do that to them. Not to the only living beings that had stuck around when nobody else had.

She baulked at the den entrance, smelling another inside but then he spat out her bird and she rushed forward to scoop it close to her chest. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she curved her spine fur, and crystals and quills standing on end as a low growl left her chest. He could fucking try.

The woman that stepped forward was a tiny thing, and despite her bristled stance and curled lip, she allowed her eyes to flick over the other woman. She looked so soft and feminine and all the things Morganna could and would never be due to the nature of her curse and breeding. Light as a cloud on her feet, she didn't look to be uncared for, but it was the way she called the man Master that made her stomach sour.

What the fuck had she gotten herself into?

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