Blackfeather Woods water's thicker than blood, but blood is sticky

She understood restlessness. It had been that which had brought her back to Blackfeather from Undersea. . .and which had drawn her away from the forest in the wake of the skirmish at the Redhawks' border. She nodded along with his story, though it didn't really all add up. She'd traveled a considerable amount and had never looked this haggard. Vaati was a much stronger wolf than she, so—

I'm glad you're back, Maegi admitted, pushing all of the questions and worries into the farthest reaches of her mind. Plenty of time to ruminate on them later; for now, she was grateful for the time with a brother she never expected to see again. Not just for my sake, but for the girls as well. They remind me of you in a lot of ways.

And they were Melonii. True Melonii, too, not traitors to the lineage as she saw Damien (and, funnily enough, how he likely saw her). She would always love them for that.