Blackfeather Woods oh, hi mark!

She got a name, but not more confirmation. Not that she needed it. The look that crossed his face was all she needed to know. Maegi turned to face Tundra as she approached and didn't even have a chance to answer the Decima's question before Venamis was running his mouth, profanity included.

No, she snapped, swiveling to raise her posture and tail above the young man's, scarred mouth contorted in a snarl. You do not speak to your elders that way. The next time you do, I'll take you right back home to your parents. Do you understand me? She stopped just short of seizing the bridge of his nose; that was a last resort.

She rolled one eye to look at her co-leader, a sigh in her words as she responded, Damien's. I know. He followed me home from the prairie. I'm. . .not sure how to handle this. It was really a clusterfuck of a situation. Perhaps Tundra would have a better idea on diplomacy.