Blackfeather Woods you must be haunted

She had been watching the woman since her arrival, and now found it right to come out of the shadows, dual-hued gaze fixed on the newcomer. The crow gave her a look but carried on with whatever it was engaged with; the birds here knew Maegi, and she them. They both understood the other was no threat. (One of the many things that enamored her to Blackfeather Woods, this strange symbiosis).

Hello, she greeted, sidling up next to the woman, although a few tail-lengths away. I don't know you. I'm assuming my brother or Mou let you in, given that you haven't been chased out yet? There was a little bit of humor in her voice, but only trace amounts; she mostly was just curious—and wary.