Blackfeather Woods It’ll be alright.

She was making her usual rounds when she came upon the young pale wolf; smiling, Maegi altered her course and headed that way. Well done, she murmured, nodding toward the rabbit in her jaws. Minnow was a fine huntress, it seemed. She would not starve here, nor anywhere, or so it would appear.

How are you settling in? she asked. She'd scarcely seen the girl. Then again, she had scarcely seen anyone lately. Like shadows passing in the night. Nothing felt real these days.