Blackfeather Woods [m] you don't want to hurt yourself by looking too closely

Maegi shrank back, disliking the closeness. There was no answer, only a nod; the girl looked like she still was in the land of fitful dreams. The Melonii kept steady, her indigo orb coolly surveying the patient. Awake, but not out of the woods yet. Yarrow? Perhaps. But how to get her to take it, lest she think she was being poisoned again. . .

"I can't give you anything to help, at this point," she reasoned softly. "Whatever you ate is working its way out of you; throwing it up with yarrow wouldn't help, I don't think. I'm sorry, if you're feeling hurt or scared. I can help you."

The pack-scent clung to the girl's pelt, and it scared the shit out of Maegi. She had been too young to remember the Redhawk smell--if she had, and caught a whiff of it now, her panic would have been through the trees. But the presence of pack-scent was enough. They had made another enemy, and it wouldn't be long before they were on the border, looking for their lost little lamb.