Fox's Glade and who shall wear the starry crown?

Thank you, she murmured, grateful for his support. She didn't necessarily agree with the conclusion that she deserved all the good in the world, but would take it, nonetheless. It certainly would make things easier. Hopefully he'll find his way back on his own. We still haven't picked up his scent. . .

Maegi sighed, shaking her head. We're exhausted, Kove, she went on, loath to end the conversation—but her eyelids were beginning to droop, and her children looked remarkably tired as well. Is this place safe to bed down for a while? The scent of foxes was particularly strong, but there was plenty of wolf-smell, too.

Friend, or foe? Hopefully, even if this Easthollow harbored any ill-will toward Blackfeather wolves (not of their kin, anyway), Kove could smooth that over. If they knew he was from Blackfeather Woods at all, anyway.