Blackfeather Woods true north

Maegi admired the confidence and surety in Mou's gaze; he was beginning to grow a fire she hadn't seen from him before. It seemed the woods were bringing out the best in him, and she gazed fondly upon her friend, only half-listening to the conversation between Kalganov and Relmyna. Well. . .half a conversation. She wasn't actively reading the Listener's lips, so she lost some of it, naturally.

Instead, she flicked her tail against Mou's flank in a show of affection, smiling over at him. The two of them had brought two more wolves to Blackfeather's ranks--at least they were making themselves useful. Being useful was one thing she truly needed from life.