Despite the danger the golden haired child was so clearly in, she cannot help the almost soft smile on her face in Tetradore's presence. Still, she hangs onto his leg, not exactly eager to part with him. She knows the two weres will protect her, that with them here, those Dark Hunters would not touch her. She need not even know of Tetradore and Tobi's reputations throughout the West, the golden haired girl just knew that they would keep her safe, no matter what the dark hunters threw their way. Maeve refuses to come out from behind Tetradore, still holding onto his leg. She simply continues to shake that head adorned with locks of pale golden sunshine. At the same time, she knows that Tetra and Tobi will protect her, but she doesn't realize the protective barrier they have just provided over her as someone the pack will protect. Maeve is thinking of none of that right now. Just that she does not want to go with the hunters, but that she will stay with her were friends.

With her words, Maeve follows her affirmation of staying with Tetradore and Tobi with a stern nod of her head, her words having seemed to escape her now as the fear rattles around in her chest like a pebble in her shoe. She looks up at Tetradore with those big violet eyes of hers, feeling, despite the fear that fills every pore of her body, a warmth spread through her with the panther's words.

Maeve cannot help those eyes to grow wide with wonder, shining out from her pale face like little stones made of amethyst. Maeve was well aware of her own magical powers, though just how she had them and how she managed to control them were an entirely different matter for the fae girl, but seeing magic in others was a whole new element. In this moment, seeing the magic of others, the little fae with blonde hair as pale as morning sunshine, she begins to not feel so alone. But that wonder turns to anger when they say such rude things to Tobi. Maeve knew that calling another names was cruel and unkind, these adults must not have ever learned that. Frustration sets in her bones. She would never dare to call any of her friends, or even strangers (for Maeve has no enemies, at least in her eyes) such things. It was not kind to hurt another's feelings, this she knew and built so many of her own principles around. Maeve was a simple girl, living by the golden rule: treat others the way you want to be treated.

As the scream of surprise empties from her throat, she huddles closer to Tetradore. But the reassuring touch, however small and gentle it is, is enough to calm the young girl for the time being. Maeve would not be taken by them. Of course, the little girl has no idea what they would actually do to her if they did manage to in fact grab her and get her away from the were cats. Sell her to some twisted person who got their kicks from fae children (quite a rare thing indeed) or even worse, should they manage to seize her, this could be the very last day that Maeve would ever get to see. She is so close to Tobias and Tetradore that she can feel their body heat coming from them. "I don't belong to you," she dares to yell towards the hunters in those high pitched, girlish tones of hers. She feels her lavender eyes beginning to sting, perhaps part anger, part fear.

The sight of Tetradoe though, moving to lower himself to her level brings a sense of ease to the child, sniffling only once or twice more before she listens carefully to the panther's words. She allows him to take her hands, as pale as a china doll, that fit so easily within his own as she puts those violet eyes upon him. Trust running deep in her bones. "Okay," she says, her bottom lip protruding out slightly in an attempt keep a brave face on, not wanting to cry. She wanted to be fearless like Aiden and Tobi. Her hands move easily towards her pointed ears so he leads them, coming to rest over them, the voices of the hunters, and what was about to occur entirely drowned out. Violet eyes remain on Tetradore, determined it would seem to keep up her end of the instructions. Without the cruel sounds of the hunters to make its way to her, the heart within her petite breast slows, and even just the softest twitch of a smile touches her lips.

But then something drops in the pit of stomach. Something was wrong, she could feel it. In on swift movement, those china doll hands drop from delicately pointed ears and sheer violet eyes move to turn away from Tetetradore, entirely unaware of what had just taken place, when she sees something she has so far only seen on television and toy versions of, but never in real life: a gun. The command echoes from her mouth before she even knows what she is doing. Small, child like hand rises in the form of a pointing finger, as her powers of persuasion burst forth from the child. "Drop. That. Gun." If her powers were strong enough to use on a dark hunter, only time would tell.