Blackfeather Woods only to trip at the sound of goodbye

set early tomorrow morning, or whenever the forecast snow (!!!) begins to fall

It was snowing. Snow meant Blue would soon be on his way south, and she would be alone again. Well. Not so alone as she had felt before, when he'd gone last winter. She had her children, now, and her pack—no lack of company. But she would miss her grackle desperately and did not look forward to the day when he decided to take wing for greener places.

Thinking about this and a thousand other things, Maegi was restless. She couldn't sleep. Instead, she paced her normal trails, mulling going to the Altar and eventually deciding against it. She stayed within the non-swampy part of the forest on this foray, sorting each thought out like someone doing laundry. Clean, dirty, clean, dirty, dirty, dirty. . .

The dirty was all that needed washing, at least of a sort. The thoughts that needed tended to, rather than the irrational musings that could be shoved away. Those weren't the clean, those were. . .beyond repair. Beyond cleansing.

@Rowan. That was a dirty bit of laundry that called for her attention. Maegi shifted course and began padding toward the space where Moonshadow slept. Would he still be around there, even if things between he and his mother had grown tense? It was worth a try, and so the Nona kept her eyes peeled for the boy, parsing out the words she had for him. The things she meant to say.

The snow fell, creating little damp spots upon her pale pelt. She barely felt the ice.