Kintla Flatlands Manifest destiny

no worries!

While Scarab presumably reunited with family, Maegi stayed on the edges of the territory, mostly keeping to herself in the flatlands. She didn't want to disturb the boy in this delicate time, even if he was coming back. Family was important, regardless of the choices one made.

Instead, she looked for game out on the prairie, ears pricked, eyes darting. Even small game wasn't much to her forte with her disability, but she'd give it a go, anyway. There was no other choice. Maegi had just scented a hare and was about to try her luck when she spotted a white blotch on the horizon in her periphery.

Another hunter. Miffed, she drew closer. And as she did so, he began to grow familiar. It couldn't be. . . He was days from Easthollow!

But upon further review, it was, sadly, not Kove. Too young, without the slow, creaking gait of age. He was, however, her old mentor's spitting image, and she gave him a chuff, thoroughly intrigued. Hopefully she hadn't just scared his own hunt away.