Lion Head Mesa because of you

A dog. She knew dogs, but not this small. Mah-ee-gee, she corrected, though kindly. It's nice to meet you, Gucci. Last I spoke with Pharaoh, he wants me to be a noble of some sort. So I suppose that's what I am, here.

She also knew Tavina, and it put her mind at ease. It still didn't quite put the rest of Crowfeather's absence, though Maegi didn't know why they were so worried. Wolves came and went all the time, even with injury—and the man hadn't seemed incapable when she'd seen him.

How'd you come to find this place, Gucci? she asked, curiosity abundant in her two-toned gaze.