Blackfeather Woods 8 reasons organization will change the way you think about everything

She shook her head, still staring down. There were bones and bugs; feathers, too. They were arranged in some sort of organized manner, shaped in a triangle. Maegi had always noticed Euron collected things. Why?

"I didn't," she responded coolly. "Maybe. . .Ramsay?"

Even as she said his name, she shook her head once more. Ramsay was not the collector that Euron was. An explorer, yes--heaving his stumpy body here and there, always trying to find new places to visit. But to rearrange Euron's personal effects? Probably not.

She pointed her white muzzle to the raven feathers, black as night against the ground. "I like," she said with a smile, looking back up at Euron. "Pretty."