Blackfeather Woods to sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock

She felt crimson juices dribble down her chin as she looked up, catching Tundra's inquisitive stare. Mmph, she mumbled cryptically, then swallowed the remainder of her snack. Starving. How could you tell? Maegi asked, smirking a little as she ran her tongue along her jowls. She sniffed, primly, rising to her paws to more equalize the difference in their statures.

How are you, Tundra? she inquired. Is everything well along the borders?

A wordless, reedy muttering came from the trees above, and she turned to see Blue looking down at the two of them, eyes fixed on Tundra. She's a friend, Maegi explained, relaxing her shoulders. She's all right—right? she turned back to the other wolf, raising a brow. That's Blue, a friend of mine. Needless to say, he's off the menu, so keep that in mind if you didn't know already.

She had never forgotten Astara's try at capturing the grackle. The presence of new wolves around her bird always made her wary, though she trusted Tundra enough to follow her direction rather than disobey.