Blackfeather Woods destiny was close behind her

The woman who had followed the brat to the border upon her arrival was amidst the roses now, presumably awed at the sight of them. Maegi watched her from the shadows, intrigued. She was soft in looks and words; not the sort of wolf usually attracted to these woods. But she was here, and hopefully by choice--Maegi thought of Coelacanth's trials here and shivered, guilt rising in her throat.

After a few minutes of silent observation, the Melonii strolled forward, Blue fluttering from branch to branch to stay nearby at all times. With a chuff, Maegi stopped just short of the rose garden, the perfume hitting her nostrils like a gust of fresh air. Odious as the woods were, this was a welcome respite.

"Hello," she greeted, gaze coolly appraising as she stared at the stranger. "Who are you, and how long have you been living in Blackfeather Woods?" There were other things to know, to ask, but that would come in time. For now, a name would suffice.