Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

Her time spent wary and alone in Blackfeather Woods had given her reconaissance skills almost on Euron's level, and so she heard the woman coming from many tail-lengths away, settling back down on her haunches and turning to face the. . .well, this was an unfamiliar face.

Like Kove and Relmyna--and herself--the woman was white-pelted, a pale apparition in the dark forest. She was further tied to the Dark Master in Maegi's mind as the girl drew in her scent; Kove's musk was layered upon her pelt thicker than anyone else. They must be close, and, well, if this she-wolf was a friend of Kove's, then she couldn't be too bad--right?

"Hello," Maegi called out softly, one side of her mouth lifting in a small smile of greeting. She saw the woman's eyes rest on her collar, and gave a simultaneous eye roll and shrug of shoulders in a thoroughly, "aw, this old thing," gesture. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt. I don't know how to get it off, though." Maegi blinked softly at the woman, taking in her appearance. "Who are you?"