Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

Maegi let out a little hum in thought. Potema leaving without a trace was also quite agreeable to the girl. But Nyx seemed a little sad at the fact that her mother had left, and Maegi gave her a small bump to the shoulder with her snout, wagging her tail.

"What about. . .do you have a father?" Maegi asked. She didn't really know about any fathers besides the Dread Father himself; she certainly didn't know hers. For all the absence of a mother in her life, the other role was even more deficient. She supposed Vaati and Cicero had done an adequate job filling it. . .but it wasn't the same.

She supposed the pups were turning out all right, regardless of having no parents. After all, they were Blackfeather babes, born crafty.