Otter Creek iii Means to an end.

North. She'd not really been much farther north than this. But she'd heard tales of it from Kove—a great, white, cold expanse. Maegi wondered if all wolves from there looked like Kove and this man, Kigipigak. It certainly suited them to blend into the snow.

Would she fit in there? Anywhere?

I hope you can find what you're looking for, she responded, well understanding the urge to strike out on one's own. Sometimes it worked out—she hoped for his sake that this journey was charmed. If—

She stopped herself short. Once, she had been the master, the Nona, of Blackfeather Woods, with the privilege to invite in lost souls and troubled hearts. She no longer had the power to proffer that invite, though; Rowan was now the master of the dark woods.

If. . .we meet again, on the road, perhaps you can teach me more about the north, Maegi changed course. Leader she may no longer be, but she was forever a student with a hunger for knowledge.