Sleepy Fox Hollow the white room by a window

Her heart stopped, lodged at the base of her throat, as someone nearly careened into her. She'd been just as abstracted as Wylla and didn't know where the fault lie; she mumbled a quick apology, eyes slanting sideways. Her nostrils flared —

Wait, this was the new wolf. Maegi returned her gaze to the black-masked woman, intrigued. Did you just get here? she asked, half-rhetorically. . .but perhaps the question would bring out more information. At any rate, Maegi could use some friends.

She wasn't good at keeping those, at least long term.