Meadowlark Prairie Why are you keeping this curiosity door closed?

It was to be expected, and yet the boy's bold opinion made her chuckle. There was something about children and their penchant to not hold a single word back that charmed and amused her. This pup in particular had a mind and a mouth on him. Took after his father that way—though, Maegi hoped, he would divert from Damien's path in all other ways.

Sorry to hear that, she responded, her mouth wry. But they're probably worried about you, you know. They might even be out looking for you. I'd head back before you get into trouble.

It was a concept foreign to her, personally, but she knew it from observing other litters. Her own parents had been absent at best (Cicero had done his damndest, despite his sneaky ways, but then had died) and so she had enjoyed a childhood full of freedom. She couldn't imagine that Damien and Nyx were similarly lax.

Can I walk you back home? Maegi offered, a little stiffly. She didn't relish the thought of heading to Melonii territory. . .but she also didn't want to see something awful befall the boy out here, all on his own.