Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Maegi nodded, understanding. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you home, she replied, wondering—hoping—that the wolves of Blackfeather felt similar about her presence (or lack thereof). She was about to bid the scout farewell when the query came, taking her aback. That. . .would take some thought.

Usually things I would have been happier not knowing, she responded, shrugging. Why did my mother want me dead? Because her brother raped her and she ended up with me. Why do so many hate Blackfeather? Because my family has done many terrible deeds.

Another wry expression, but this time it was accompanied by a smile, tinged with sadness at the corners. So maybe you are right about living day by day and not worrying about cause and effect, Maegi remarked. Because I'm not really sure I want to know the why behind Anansi's death. Maybe it's just better being. . .random.

Something different to consider. Something that alleviated the pain, if only by an infinitesimal degree.