Blackfeather Woods till i'm swept up by the shape of all the symmetry

Maegi gave a brief nod at the offer, accepting it with quiet grace. Perhaps we'll see each other before then, she said, the barest of smiles touching her muzzle. She had been contemplating going to visit Coelacanth and the island for some time, now, and with Jazira heading to the coast, their paths might cross much sooner than midwinter. But who knew, really?

Take care, she murmured, watching the woman leave before turning and moving back into the depths of the forest. Her hackles were high, irritated by yet another defector, yet she couldn't find it in her to wish Jazira ill.

No, she was more aware of her own failings, her inability to keep wolves within her woods.

Why?