Lion Head Mesa I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin

If you knew what I've been through over the past moons, you'd be defensive, too, Maegi remarked bitterly, unappreciative of the reaction to her stance. Still, she relaxed slightly, upon getting a name and—oh. Rusalka. She thought of Scarab, then, and decided to keep mum. . .for now. She wanted to get to know this man better before she mentioned the boy.

Maegi, of Blackfeather, she responded, tone cool. Rusalka? I'd heard talk of that pack being destroyed during the storms, she added, brows raised. Evidently, that wasn't the case. They'd settled elsewhere—the plateau? Maegi wondered how far away that place was.

Close enough that, perhaps, they could have an ally in these troubled times.