Blackfeather Woods and keep it all on the inside

Good, good, Maegi mused, almost absently but not. There was a level of pride in her voice that shone through even the wispy tone. Her brow furrowed, trying to remember who Sakhmet was talking about. Lady. . . Oh, Jakoul? she asked half-rhetorically, smiling. One of your leaders, Sakhmet. She helps keep us all safe.

I'm real quick! I bet you are, she said sincerely. She cast a wry, self-deprecatory stare down to her clubbed paw, which she waggled briefly in illustration. You could beat me even if I had a head start. I'm glad you were born whole, tala.

Yeah, fuck you, Potema. And, she supposed, Cicero was to blame as well. But hell, she liked Cicero.

Are you getting along with the rest of the kids? Maegi asked. She didn't think she'd seen Sakhmet play with anyone besides Sobek or Anansi. Again, that came with the territory of not paying as much attention as she ideally would, which brought on another small wave of guilt.