Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

The howl brought her out of the shadows, as it should—though perhaps Ramsay was more suited to greeting newcomers. He had always seemed more eloquent, more grounded in the present. But she was not alone when she came; Sanguinus was there, and she gave the brute a nod before turning to the unfamiliar wolf at hand, canting her head slightly in query.

She'd caught the last bit of her spiel. Midwifing, you said? Maegi asked. She thought of her own disastrous forays into that field. That's a skill we could use, if you're looking for a place to stay. Who are you—where do you come from?

No matter what skills she offered, the young woman would have to prove her loyalty. At the very least, she'd have to promise not to cause any trouble.