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Maegi settled on her side with a huff, the girl's response reedy and thin through the blood thundering in her ears. She shook her head to clear any water, and even that slight movement was enough to send her into a dizzy spell. She closed her eyes, breathing deep.

That doesn't matter. You're still young. Maegi herself had been an unwelcome presence as a child, but still a child. And all children deserved to be loved and treated like children.

Her eyelids slowly, slowly lifted. What is your name? she asked, her voice quite soft. 

She had the pointed look of the coyotes and coywolves here—would her brood be the same? Thinking of them turned her stomach, though; she'd much rather focus her attention on this quiet, thoughtful girl here.