Dawn is an hour past and the sky is nearly as dark as night. Lightning flashes in the distance. Thunder rumbles. The hairs on the back of her neck are constantly rising. Tingling with the power in the air. It reminds her of magic. The two powers on earth that cannot be touched by fang and claw, the powers of nature and of magic. Tikki mistrusts them both, resents them. Such power should not exist. It makes her nervous. It brings questions and doubts back to mind. It makes her wonder if her place in the world, in the hierarchy of creatures, is quite as high as she’s often supposed.