Blackfeather Woods Her hands were all twisted, she was pointing at me

That was proof enough that the newcomer could fight, although there would be little need if Maegi had her way. The forest was a place of peace now, and the wolves that lived within its depths would uphold the ideas of the nona or be cast aside. Once Moonshadow had spoken her piece and given the confirmation, Mou was ready to leave the pair of them. He was agitated and they could both pick up on that; his impatience and surly demeanour would only lead to further strain between himself and the two women, and he was eager to avoid it. So with one last pensive glance at Istoira he nodded his sharp snout — acceptance. Yes, she could stay. The ghost would not linger for much longer, and began to drift back through the reaching trees, perhaps to find some place to collapse and sleep — but more likely, he would continue to roam the woods and suffer.