Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

The choice was hers to make, and Maegi hung back a bit after Indra walked off, face scrunched a bit in concentration. She'd appreciated, greatly, the bald honesty the woman had given her, after so many malicious lies. They were taught, in Blackfeather, the value of lies--but she'd experienced first hand the ugly side of deceit, and had found it not to her liking.

She vowed never to be on the losing side of a lie again.

With paws of lead, Maegi followed Indra, trailing through the glade. She realized the woman had merely a stump of a tail, and cocked her head in fascination--how had she lost it? Stumbling a bit to keep up, she crashed awkwardly through the brush.

Don't let me down, she thought, narrowed eyes fixed on the woman's backside.