Blackfeather Woods my brain is going a mile an hour

She emerged from the woods at the call, the unfamiliar voice drawing her attention. He was handsome and well-built, a mahogany titan, and her chin canted in question even before she spoke. Maegi drew to a halt at the edge of the woods, a few tail-lengths away from him.

Yes? she asked patiently. He didn't seem like a threat, nor did Damien's scent cling to him (that she could detect, anyway). Still, he seemed like much more of a warrior than she was, and that fact alone—along with the fact that she didn't know him from Adam—kept her on-guard.

But she ended up trusting him and accepting him, anyway, and that was that.