Blackfeather Woods us and them

One touch, and then he was gone. Maegi, frozen, watched him depart, the tears drying slowly on her cheeks. But he was real. . .right? Not just the ghost that now vanished into the shadows? She looked back at Coelacanth, feeling helpless, before another pale figure caught her eye. Kove.

Maegi had thought often of how she would react upon seeing her old mentor. The emotions ranged from joy--how could she not be happy?--to anger, almost a blind rage, that he had not sought her out himself but had, instead, sent Moonshadow. But none of these applied now; all she felt, as she took in the familiar lines of his face, was relief.

Amid all the changes, the spinning of the world, there at least was some constancy. There was constancy to be found in Kove's leadership--for he must still rule, based on how he carried himself?

"They took me in when I couldn't find my way home," she explained, gesturing with her chin toward the seawolves but keeping her gaze locked on the Dark Master. "I owe my life to them. But they will return to the sea. . .and I've come back to stay." If you'll have me. The unspoken addendum hung in the air, a silent question.

She stood solidly in the woods now, between the Undersea wolves and her old and future packmates. Every other bystander escaped her concentration, now; her attention was solely for Kove and Relmyna, standing side-by-side.