Whitewater Gorge It feels good to mess it up

Of. Course.

The name Reyes didn't ring a bell, but Towhee did—Phox's sister, with whom Niamh had quarreled. She felt added weight upon her shoulders, the frustrated furrow in her brow deepening, but she tried not to let it show beyond that, giving the girl a reassuring smile.

I'm hungry. At least that was a problem she could solve. I live nearby. There's food, she assured the girl. Maegi gave her a quick once-over, trying to determine whether or not the pup had been weaned off milk. She assumed so. . .didn't look much older than her own trio—

Follow me? she offered, turning slowly, though keeping her eyes trained on the girl. My name is Maegi, by the way. Watch your step, sweetheart—you don't want to fall into the river.

In fact, until they reached the plateau, she would more or less glue herself to the youth's side, unwilling to lose yet another Redhawk child.