Blackfeather Woods i'll wait to be forgiven, maybe i never will

As usual, the dark girl was without words, instead spinning and going the opposite direction. Maegi figured it for the usual obstinance Astara had shown before; it was only when the other wolf looked back to her that she realized she was meant to follow.

She broke into her awkward, hobbling gait, padding after Astara with slightly-irritated confusion painted over her face. She had never known what quite to think of Relmyna's girls, especially after what the woman had told her about Cicero. At their best, they were a fascinating diversion; at their worst, well, she was saving them after they decided to gobble down a poisonous plant.

So this really could go one of two very different ways.