Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Maegi dipped her muzzle in quiet acceptance of the condolence, unable to form a response. She was tired of speaking of trees and death; that was Jaes' realm, particularly the latter, and a realm of which she had much to learn. She was not yet prepared to grapple with the stark reality of it all.

Introductions she could handle. I think we met close by here. Maybe by the lake? I'm Maegi, of Blackfeather, she responded. She could give her title, but why bother? The Nona, with all her recent failures, didn't feel like much of a leader right now, anyway. She would just be lying to herself, even if it wasn't outright deceitful. 

Where are the Firebirds? Maegi asked, curiosity piqued. It wasn't a pack she had heard of, and, again, none of the scents that Wraen carried with her were at all familiar.