Wheeling Gull Isle What gets out kool-aid stains?

He hadn't come to her initial call, which worried her. She'd been told he was here, which was good—but that also meant he was probably still angry with her for sending him away. Knowing that made this all the more difficult, Maegi followed traces of his scent from the strand into the forest, and then deeper into the territory. All the while begging herself not to be a coward and turn back, suddenly.

And then she saw him.

He had placed a bone—a stick? no, a bone—in a pile of assorted other sticks and bones(?) at the base of the old spruce tree. Maegi's ears folded all the way back, and then came up again, her stomach churning even as her heart leapt with joy to see him. Bile rose in her throat as she opened her mouth to speak; it stayed agape, silently, for a long moment before she even made a sound.

Mou, the Melonii called softly, taking a few steps forward. Mou, can we. . .can we talk?