Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwerde

His question brought her eyes up once more, meeting his (but not quite directly). Good, she responded, nodding. Everyone has been welcoming, and I think we're settling in well. Life went on. It had after the war, it had on the island, and now it would here, in the cradle of the mountains.

Maegi's gaze then met Mahler's fully, finding the frustration within the lavender depths. You once talked me out of a bad moment, she said, rising to her paws and taking a couple of hobbling steps toward him. It was incredibly helpful. Can I do the same for you?

She stood, face inscrutable as she waited for his reply—if it came. He was more than able (and welcome) to leave the scene, or tell her to get lost. That was his right here as leader.