Blackfeather Woods in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock

whenever you have time <3

New faces lurked from behind the trees here, all but a few. New friends, new family. It was something to grow used to, but then, not every old face could be trusted—she had learned this the hard way. New wolves meant new opportunity, a chance to start over, and she would seize that chance with alacrity.

Yet for all the newness, there was still one shred of the old forest to cling to, beyond her brother and Mou—@Wintersbane. He'd been tangled up in the mess with the Redhawk girl, as Relmyna had appointed him her guard. She'd taught him about the gods. . .just like Flicker. So when would he do the about-face, too?

She felt like she was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it was a feeling she'd carried with her throughout her entire life. She hated it.

To really solidify his presence here—and suss out what they were to each other—Maegi roamed through the trees, searching for the tall, dark man. She was in no hurry, no rush, and straightened up caches here and there, but the glint in her eyes suggested she was moving with a mission in mind. She had to find him, for peace of mind.

Well. At least some peace of mind. She doubted things would ever be entirely serene.