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

She nodded, saying, I'm pleased to hear it. What else was there to say? Apart from the Redhawks, really, or she supposed the Nightwalkers (most of them, anyway), she didn't wish destruction on any pack. Presumably, they had children to care for—

Children. Scarab. Not yet, her selfish brain cut in, and she once more cast the issue aside.

Where's this plateau you mentioned? Maegi asked, finally settling into more of a conversational rhythm, now that she was reasonably sure that Rosencrantz wasn't an active threat to her family. Can't be too far, if this is just a scouting trip for you. She racked her brain, trying to think of somewhere that would meet that description between here and the sea. . .

But, eh. Maegi had always been terrible with directions and landscapes.

Maybe he withheld the information from her, maybe not. Whatever the case, Maegi eventually ended the conversation and went back to her meadow, agonizing over this new intel every step of the way.