Blackfeather Woods Someday your bird is going to fly.

Maegi's face grew soft at his optimism; she turned to him with a renewed fervor in her eyes. A small fire, but a fire nonetheless. We'll make it better, she whispered, butting her muzzle underneath his chin. It'll be even more of a home than it was before.

And that was saying something. But with this cast of characters now in place, how could it not be? She was surrounded by almost everyone she adored, and there was always the possibility that the others may come, some day. The forest may be empty, but her heart was full.

We've got some work to do, though, she muttered, looking at the overgrown path before them, the tangled brush. She shot Mou a grin. Ready to go on an adventure?

Wagging her tail, she plunged into the thicket without warning, immediately giving a yelp as the brambles raked her pelt and the skin beneath it. Ow! I'm—ow. I'm okay. It's not a fun adventure, but it's—ow—one we have to do, Maegi said, pulling back and giving Mou a jaundiced look.