Blackfeather Woods you must be haunted

Maegi looked confused as the woman lowered herself, having not been well acquainted with such overt signs of submission. Rather than doing the opposite, which some would, she settled back on her haunches, ears pushed forward atop her head to catch the words. At scars, her face relaxed into a small smile, for there was only one wolf that could be.

Mou, she confirmed, nodding. His name is Mou. And— Oh, uh, you don't have to do that, she added as the newcomer rolled, exposing her belly. It's fine. Just—just tell me your name?

She swiped her tongue along her jowls, feeling incredibly self-conscious. I'm Maegi, she offered. My brother, Mou, and I look after this forest. I was born here. Perhaps the extra information would bring her out of the shell she so clearly was stuck in.