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Maegi nodded as he spoke and began to follow her, eyes warming. I went to Diaspora recently, looking for my son, she explained, forging on at the briskest walk she could muster. He came home eventually—but your scout was good to me. Friendly, tried to help. She had three legs, she added in illustration, in case she merited praise (no name had been given). It was hard to forget a wolf that was missing a leg.

I don't blame you for that, the Melonii responded, grimacing as she looked toward the trees they were steadily approaching. I'm worried about some of the bigger, older trees in the woods. They could do some damage. Her scarred mouth was set in a troubled frown and she fell silent, pondering the worst.

After another moment, she glanced at Mahler. I'm Maegi, she answered, of Blackfeather Woods. What brings you so far from Diaspora? Maegi supposed it was some sort of mission. It was too bad for him that he was caught out on the road when the rumbling went down. She hoped that once she was able to apply some sort of makeshift poultice to his face that he was able to return with haste.

And then she blinked at him, doing a double take that was almost comical. Wait, you said Mahler? she asked. That name rang oddly familiar, and she couldn't figure out why. . .