Blackfeather Woods only to trip at the sound of goodbye

Goodness. Maegi sighed, shoulders sagging. I'm not asking you to apologize, the Nona responded, but for pity's sake, can you just let it go? You belong here, he belongs here, we all belong here. Nothing anyone says is going to change that.

She understood harboring grudges. Hell, she had her own list of wolves that she despised and would kill without a moment's notice. But Rowan and Venamis were, at least for the time being, dwelling in the same place. Their objectives should be the same.

Winter would not be good for Blackfeather Woods if they spent the cold moons tearing each other apart.

Tell me about yourself, Maegi continued, her voice softening. What have you been up to, lately? Do you enjoy hunting, fighting, plants, stories. . .? Every wolf must have a job, and she had explored her own quite early. She wondered if Venamis was of similar precocious mind.