Blackfeather Woods Of a dollar to earn

She frowned, replying, I'm sorry to hear that. She knew what it was like to have someone, and then. . .not. Too many faces and come in and out of the woods, most of the time without a word of farewell. It was manageable when there was other company to keep, but to lose one's only friend?

We'll be here for a while, at least. I reinjured my leg, Maegi explained, gingerly extending her stunted limb before returning it to its place.

Where did you go? Well, to Mahler's pack. And then beyond. We searched for Sakhmet—didn't find her. Then Mou and I found this lovely hollow several days' travel from here, and we stayed.

And then what? She didn't think she could answer. She could hardly think the word 'fire' without her chest tightening and her heart threatening to shatter once more.

What about you? I thought I caught your family's scent along the borders of. . .that scarred woman's pack. What was her name again? Maegi couldn't recall. She had been angry with the Asenda-Blackfeathers at the time. Now, in the wake of a somewhat reunion, she couldn't muster even the slightest pique.