Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

Euron's blurted retort made her duck her head, suddenly shy. Cicero followed it up with a similar sentiment. She wasn't sure whether to believe them. Maybe it would be okay if the paw didn't impede her in any way--but she saw how others ran and jumped. She couldn't move like that. It wasn't possible.

Maegi was about to open her mouth to argue this point when Cicero answered Euron's seemingly innocuous question, and her blood ran cold. She closed her lips, staring wildly once more back and forth between Cicero and Euron. Father? But. . .  She wasn't quite sure why the fact disturbed her so much. But he had been Uncle Cicero, all her short life, and now. . .father?

"But you're our uncle," she insisted, looking back to Cicero with a fierce look. Her mother's brother. "How. . ." A tidal wave of feelings crashed suddenly over her, and she took a step back, wanting to talk to. . .well, someone, about this.

"I've gotta go," Maegi said quickly, giving Ramsay an affectionate nuzzle with her nose before departing. Find me later, her gaze said. With one more haunted look back to her. . .father. . .the little white-pelted girl hobbled away, her heart heavy with the half-realization of what this meant for her.

 

spooked her!