Well, here's the sequel! I hope you like it. enjoy:)

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Prologue

Two lithe shapes slid from the woods that bordered the town. They darted across cobblestone streets cautiously, steadily making their way to the closest ancient house. Orange-yellow light gleamed warmly from a downstairs window despite the late hour of night. The street lamps gave only a dim glow to the place, and above the heads of the travelers a crescent moon poured its silverly light about the town, casting long shadows in every corner.

As they reached the steps ascending to the house, one of the shapes seemed to transform onto two legs, but it may have just been a trick of the light. The figure raised a fist and tapped five times on the white door. There was a pause, then muffled footsteps belonging to a plump, warm looking woman in a flowery night dress who answered.

"Hello?"

The stranger only knocked again, the second one twitching its tail impatiently. The woman opened the door a crack, allowing herself to curiously peer out, then fully widened the gap.

"Dear, what are you doing out this time of night? Come inside!" She beckoned with her hand for the girl to come into the warm house out of the chilly early-spring air. The other creature followed at her heels.

"Why were you out there like this, child?" scolded the lady. The girl just wearily hung her head, shivering slightly from the cold. The woman turned to her, just now taking in her full appearance.

She was slim, looking under-nourished, and seemed to be about twelve or thirteen. Her hair was auburn and her eyes were chocolaty-brown. Standing at about five feet tall, she had the figure of a ballerina, with slight, developing breasts and neatly curved hips. This was easy to tell for she was also stark naked.

"Let me get you a blanket and some clean clothes." She busled up a staircase a couple steps, then turned and added, "Come along! You'll have to forgive me, but nothing will really fit you."

The girl followed obediantly, the ginger cat that accompanied her refusing to leave her side. When the woman was satisfied that her guest was warm enough, they went back downstairs for a hot drink. She also wanted to know more about this feral-looking stranger.

"What are you doing here, child?" she asked cautiosly. The girl's hands were grasped firmly around the mug filled with steaming tea, and she was sitting slightly slumped, her legs underneath her, possibly for warmth. The peculiar cat was sitting rigid and straight-backed next to the chair, his green eyes missing nothing.

The girl lifted her head slightly, but only to look out the window above the sink to her left. "There is something happening back at home," she croaked in a husky voice, and it sounded as if it hadn't been used for ages.

"What's happening there that would bring you here without your parents?"

Suddenly the brown eyes of the weary girl clouded, and the woman dreaded what was coming next. "I have no parents."

Leaving the other part of the question unanswered, the woman was caught off guard when the girl asked a question of her own. "Where am I?"

"Well, Williamsburg, of course! Didn't you know that?" When the girl did not respond, she asked her question again. "What brings you here?"

"Like I said, something at home. I come for help."

"Well, do you have guardians with you?"

"Foxtail, the cat, many others back home."

The woman winced at the bad grammar, but she chose to ignore it, troubled more by something else. "Don't you have any humans in your life?"

The girl did not respond, only looked out the window at the frosty dawn light that was beginning to filter into the room. Slightly annoyed, the woman asked some more.

"Well, what bad thing is going on at your house?"

"Not house, home."

The girl seemed to be refusing the question, so the woman gave up on it, at least for now. Perhaps her guest was just tired? Maybe delerious?

"What is your name? Where do you live?"

A shiver shot down the woman's spine as the girl faced her fully for the first time. Her eyes seemed to flash gold as she responded. "My name is Miakoda. I live in the woods."

ooo...what's going on there? well, hopefully you know the epilogue from the last chapter of Hawk's Flight, so you know part of it. This story will have more humans, and you'll meet Miakoda's mate! Yay! well, stay tuned for that. R&R! –Spiritwind