Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

He seemed a little disgruntled at her questions, and she supposed that was fair. If someone was interrogating her, she might react the same way. She regarded him coolly, smiling slightly as he threw her queries back to her.

"I'm Maegi Melonii," she introduced herself, hoping he would give her a name as well. "I was born here. I went looking for my father and brothers after they left. It didn't go well," she added, turning the left side of her face to him in illustration. "I lived on an island for a while, and now I'm back."

She shifted her paws, relishing in the soft ground beneath them. It reminded her of the sand, so malleable. But this was soggy and fetid; she could not pretend she was at Undersea, now. The barest sunlight filtered through the trees, and the birds that cried out were ravens, not gulls. So different.

"How do you like the woods so far?" Maegi asked.