Blackfeather Woods home, home again

'boo' brb dying

Mou sidled up to sit next to her, and his cry of happiness warmed her heart. Blue was, obviously, a bird, and a lot of wolves just wouldn't get it—a bird you didn't eat? What was the point of that? But the grackle had been an instant friend, and Mou loved her enough to understand that. His acceptance of Blue meant more than she could ever express.

The grackle startled a little at the shout, but recovered quickly enough, staring down at the two pale wolves with an inquisitive (well, as inquisitive as a bird could look) glare.

Now it really feels like home, Maegi said, looking over at Mou and smiling. I missed having my little shadow, following me everywhere.