Blackfeather Woods discontent

She knew she would cross paths with the shadow eventually, although in truth, she had been avoiding him. But she spotted him close by and knew that her pale pelt was clearly visible within the trees; she gave a chuff, padding toward him, her chin lifted in greeting. He was dark and silent as the crows he so dearly loved. What was his story? What was theirs?

Abraxas, Maegi said, meeting his gaze. I was wondering when I'd see you again. How are you? Somehow, she didn't think him much the type for small talk, but she began with it, nonetheless. A nice distraction from the real issue at hand—and Maegi was nothing but appreciative of distractions.