Blackfeather Woods that's not true--that's impossible!

Wariness quickly evolved into open scorn as his question reached her ears. "Didn't Vaati tell you anything about us?" she asked, tone half-incredulous. Maegi found it hard to believe that her brother had let this man, with no discernible skill-set or darkness to him, into the Woods without at least a primer into their beliefs.

Then again, she had had to educate Moonshadow and Rouge on the ways of the gods. But the girl was still rattled by Cicero's earlier revelation, and was in no mood to teach. She knew that it reflected poorly on her, to turn away someone wishing to know about their lore--especially a new packmate.

But Maegi was a child, and children do not always think rationally.

"I pray to be left alone," she said coldly, looking away from Argent. She began to walk away from the Temple, with one last parting touch of her muzzle to the Altar's cold stone. The whispers stayed with her even as she left, the burly wolf just a small russet--and thoroughly inconsequential--blip in the corner of her vision.

sorry she's such a jerk lmao