Sleepy Fox Hollow beschwerde

She agreed with that, at least. The stories her family (those who had accepted her, anyway) had passed onto her were worth more than gold to her; she'd never let their words slip away. She kept them close, as well as her own stories, to pass down to her own children. Had done so already—

Would Sakhmet remember her words? Would she remember Maegi?

I appreciate that, she said mildly, mustering a smile. I think. . . I don't know. I try, at least. Sometimes they listen, sometimes they don't. And often, I get it really, really wrong. Much too often for her liking.

She looked at Mahler, hoping to get the spotlight off her and back onto his troubles. Do you think it's something that can be fixed? Maegi asked. That you might be able to heal things between you and the other wolf?