Blackfeather Woods breathe, just breathe

"Cool," she breathed as he explained, following after him with eager, if uneven, steps. They reached a tree and her uncle nosed his way inside a hollow, pulling out a few bits of greenery and setting them on the ground. One of them was poisonous--but not loopy poisonous, like the tree, but a poison that burned and stung, instead.

"Okay," Maegi said, nodding. "So you can make someone feel pain without touching them yourself?" It was an intriguing concept. She knew even at this early stage in life that she was not cut out for the warrior class. Even wrestling matches with her brothers in the glen had not been her style.

But this. . . To lurk in the shadows, watching as your enemy succumbed to your handiwork, without lifting a paw--this was something she liked a lot better.

"So that's all you have here?" she asked, not impatient, merely curious. "What's it called? What's the tree called?"