Mira's cottage sat at the edge of pack territory where the manicured grounds gave way to wild forest. It was small, built from weathered stone and dark wood, with smoke curling from the chimney and herbs hanging to dry from the eaves. The kind of place that looked like it had grown from the earth itself rather than been built.
Ashina stood outside the door, her hand raised to knock, and wondered if she really wanted the answers Mira had promised. Before Ashina could knock, the door swung open. Mira stood there, still small and silver-haired, but somehow more formidable in her own space.
"Don't hover on my doorstep like a nervous cat," the old woman said. "Come in. Tea's already brewing."
