Blackfeather Woods so you run and you run to catch up with the sun

Today, she searched for @Kove, for it was long past time to have a conversation with her mentor, words of which had been turning in her mind for moons.

The relief upon first seeing him at the border had faded into a cool, hard acceptance, with the initial anger for his absence lying just beneath. Why hadn't he come for her? The man had professed to care about her; he could have left his daughter or Aries, or even Damien in charge of the Woods. Instead, he'd sent Moonshadow with a stranger--and so soon after her trauma, it had been the wrong choice of wolf. Not that he would have known that, but. . .

It should have been him.

She would have gone home with Kove in a heartbeat, had he come to the sea. Nothing against Coelacanth and the other seawolves, but she loved Kove, loved him as if he were family. He was family--the closest thing she had to a father after Cicero's departure. He was a father, a mentor, a friend. She once held him in the highest esteem possible. But then she had disappeared, and he had not come for her.

Maegi weaved through the narrow forest paths, bicolored eyes keen as she sought out the Dark Master. He must be here somewhere, hidden within the trees. It was just a matter of finding him--unless he didn't want to be found?