Blackfeather Woods Never fails, baby

Maegi nodded at Ramsay's addition, happy that he'd offered it. She didn't know Ganondorf very well—was he bent on blood and horror, like the others had been? Or was he a milder, tamer Melonii? She couldn't be sure. Perhaps she could never be sure. The incident with Flicker had shaken her trust in others greatly.

Redhawks live far from us, she answered, although they still hate us. But if we don't bother them, I don't think they'll bother us. She left out the part about them wanting to kill Titmouse; that was best saved for another day, if it ever needed to be said at all.

Her face frosted over at mention of Damien. He is not here, she confirmed. He left the woods moons ago to start his own pack. After we'd returned, he came, too, and tried to snatch the forest from us. He turned a good friend and ally of mine against me. He's not welcome, not while we are here.

But even these words might not be enough to paint a picture for Ganondorf. After all, they were the spurned children, born of rape and incest, while Damien was the only living son of Meldresi Melonii. It wasn't hard to imagine which side a zealot or loyalist would take. She couldn't blame him for sympathizing with her uncle, although she did hope Ganondorf wasn't here to cause trouble, at least.