Blackfeather Woods So many things to explore

May-jee, she corrected with a gentle smile, blinking down at Rowan. To make him perhaps feel less awkward, she added, Ro-wan, tongue gliding over each syllable. The Nona nodded at his direction, then grinned as he changed abruptly, tail wagging behind her. It's really big, Maegi remarked, glancing up toward the boughs above. Must have come from one of the big trees.

The girl was a bit quieter—okay, a lot quieter—and she let her features soften as she turned to the other that had spoken. Moonshine, she repeated. That's a really pretty name. Sounds a lot like your mom's. Whether Falling Star introduced himself or not, she wasn't certain, for she was soon fixed on Moonshadow's news (of a sort).

I'm aware, she said coldly, though with no malice toward her friend. Still, for however distant she'd been, she at least tried to keep tabs on the denizens of Blackfeather Woods—and Istoira, once Moonshadow's, well, shadow, had been gone for some time. Any idea of where she might have gone? Any signs of trouble?

The news would likely be bad if they were to find Istoira, alive or dead. She had left the woods—whether through misadventure or desertion, they did not know. Maybe it was best not to know.