Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

She did not miss his gaze lingering over her injuries, but takes it in stride, merely shifting so that the unblemished side of her face is presented to him, rather than the ghastly wound. He offered her only a greeting, and she nodded, a quick cant of her muzzle downward before responding. "Hello," she parroted quietly.

Blue hovered nearby, in the trees--she felt his presence rather than saw the flash of blue. She had some faith that this man would not try to capture him; even if he did, the grackle was smart enough to evade quickly and silently.

"Who are you?" Maegi questioned. "And what are you doing here? I'm assuming you're new to the woods," she added, eyes narrowing slightly. If he was a spy worth his salt, he'd keep up the facade. But the smell of Blackfeather was heavy on his pelt; he had been here for some time. Probably not an opportunist, then.