Meadowlark Prairie the birds and the bees

The question had her smiling, and she gave a shrug in response. See, that's the thing, Maegi replied. I've actually never seen it used—only heard of it. So your guess is as good as mine. . .although I've learned the hard way that you have to be careful with eating unfamiliar plants. There was humor in her voice, but it was grave, too.

And then Willoughby launched into a rant about her supposed worth in her pack, her doubts, her future. . . Maegi wasn't the best to handle this kind of conversation, and she took it in stride, her brow furrowing. She let the words sink in and then paused a moment, parsing her own response.

I get it, she said at last, nodding. I get feeling like you don't belong, like you're useless. I'm not a very good hunter; I don't really know how to fight. I guess all you can do is. . .keep learning? Find something you like, and then get good at it. Another shrug; she really was bad at this. This was not her strength, nor something she really enjoyed.