Blackfeather Woods welcome to the party--everyone have their kool-aid?

She offered the name that Maegi had wanted, and the girl gave her a curt nod, her black lips curling into a slightly devious smile as the woman gave her own name as well. Moonshadow. It was dark, mysterious. Suited the woods well.

"Cool," she said sincerely, meaning it. "I'm Maegi. Maegi Melonii." She circles her nose around them, the rose bushes thick and inviting despite prickling with thorns. "My grandmother started this pack. She's buried here somewhere."

Maegi tilted her head, curiosity slowly winning the battle over wariness. "Why do you want to live here? It's dark and dirty, and kinda smelly." The girl liked it that way, but she knew that many wolves might not. Besides, she may or may not have been testing this woman's resolve. Blackfeather didn't need fair weather members, nor yet cowards.