Blackfeather Woods before the night is through

Pale man. That could be one of a number of wolves, a few of which the possibility sent her heart racing faster. What was his name; did he say? Maegi asked, mouth feeling slightly dry. Kove, she thought fervently. Please let him be all right. Even if he hadn't chosen to stay—even if he hadn't asked to see her—it was good that her former mentor was still alive and well.

Anything else besides that? she queried, hot on the heels of her last two questions. The intelligence was only useful if it was someone of note, or if they had been hostile; otherwise, Maegi would move onto the next issue. No use dwelling on fly-by-night visitors and trivialities.