A boom sounded and a brindled woman with black horns tumbled through the air, landing on her feet in the clearing. Her horns, curling around her face, seemed an oddity to her as she tried to examine them. Finally she gave up and turned her two bright magenta jewels to the gathered wolves. “My name is Émilie, of the Pack of the Waxing Moon. I come in peace, searching for two outlaws from my pack. What might this place be?” She saw three of them. Three wolves. Lovely. Who were they?
Émilie knew she was in Starfall. She’d specifically looked for a portal. But she hadn’t expected to fall out on an island. She could see the mainland, an uncomfortable distance away from the island. Why were there frickin’ wolves on an island? In Émilie’s experience, wolves never lived on islands. It brought too many problems.
And why did she have horns? The wolves around her all looked normal. But she didn’t like the way mist settled around one of the women. And though the other girl was crusted with saltwater, ice crystallized on her fur. It wasn’t that cold here. Something was off about the male, as well. She could sense it. Something that made him irregular. She just wished she knew what it was.

“But I come back stronger than a 90’s trend!”