Blackfeather Woods oh, hi mark!

Tundra admonished the boy, too, and Maegi gave her an appreciative nod as she spoke. The Decima was far more experienced than she in terms of discipline (or so she figured); it was good to have an authoritative voice by her side. Particularly when dealing with a runaway child of Damien's.

I know, she responded, sighing quite heavily. She turned her gaze to Venamis, raising her brows. Why did you leave? Maegi asked, in a tone not quite as sharp as Tundra's. She knew he wouldn't give them anything if he continued to feel slighted, even if it was justified. Don't tell me what you did earlier, that they're 'boring;' I need a better answer than that if you're going to stay here.

Something like, oh, the pack dissolved or Damien's dead. Something that wouldn't indicate that he was here as a spy for her uncle, ready to rain chaos down upon her forest.

Whatever he ended up telling her must have been good enough, for even months later, Venamis remained.