Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwerde

She couldn't fault his tactics; she'd done the same many times over. Still, she had found that owning up to her mistakes was a far better way to mend a relationship than running away from them. . .tempting as it may be. Maegi let her face relax and brighten a little as he spoke again, and then her countenance grew puzzled.

A counselor. . . she murmured, voice trailing off. A small stream of air left her nostrils, the ghost of a snort. I don't know. I've never been one to give good advice. Silence fell between them again, though not awkward or stilted. She thought for a moment on the matter before continuing.

I think I'm more of a teacher. I like helping others learn things, like history of the pack, or my faith. Maegi sighed, shaking her head. It doesn't fill the caches or keep the borders safe. But with my paw the way it is, I'll never be able to do much more than teach or preach.

And that was the crux of why Blackfeather Woods had failed. Religion mattered not when bellies were empty.