Blackfeather Woods true north

It was moments before he was swept up by Maegi's presence, and he let himself be carried away by it. Mou might've found comfort in the shadowed woodland but he found more of it in Maegi, welcoming her attention and her affection openly. Soon enough she caught sight of the other man and Mou thought it odd that she be so careful; then again, Blackfeather was a place ripe with secrets. Maybe Mou had done something wrong in bringing this stranger back with him.

When Kalganov spoke, it surprised Mou to learn that they knew one another. He became a bit apprehensive after that. He looked from pale wolf to pale wolf for any telltale signals — dislike, aggression, or anything to indicate they were not friends, but could only see caution. The boy huffed.

I wanted to see if there was room for another member. The man spoke, and it was this which prompted Mou to look at Maegi, fully focused. His dark ears swivelled atop his head, his features taking on an expression of great interest, and he boofed a soft noise to her as if to say, well?