Wheeling Gull Isle after sundown, before sleeping, i am the worst

At her name, the tears spilled over. Maegi met the woman halfway, pressing into her with fervent embrace. Jakoul, she whispered through a throat gripped by that damned vise of emotion. I can't believe it. I've missed you so.

And missed everything about her. Her stalwart, silent presence. Her counsel, when it came. The athleticism of the she-wolf; she and Tundra had brought a physicality to the leadership of Blackfeather Woods that Maegi would always lacked. They had been the perfect team, or so she thought.

Circumstance had separated them, but now two of three stood, together again—at least for the moment.

Where have you been? Maegi asked, pulling slightly back to observe the shadow's gaunt frame. What happened?