Blackfeather Woods across the hallowed ground

Jakoul's call brought her from @Abraxas's side, with whom she had been silently walking and observing the flora of Blackfeather Woods. She bade him farewell and headed that way at a quick hobble, ears shifting forward in curiosity as she spotted the agouti male at her side. Maegi gave him a polite nod and then turned to the Morta, the unblemished corner of her mouth curving slightly in a Mona Lisa smile.

You brought someone home, she remarked rhetorically, tail swinging slowly behind her. Is he here to stay?

Her eyes shifted toward the young man, observing him for a brief moment. A little unkempt, but otherwise an average looking wolf by any standards; his scent gave no clues to where he could have come from (at least not that she recognized). I'm Maegi, the Nona said. I'm in charge of this forest, along with Jakoul and a woman named Tundra. She paused, looking a little wry. Are you here to stay?