Bramblepoint your lips move, but i can't hear what you say

Maegi gave a nod at the name, tucking it away alongside all the others. Jaes, how many were there now? Dozens? Hundreds? And she may never see this girl again after today—names and faces crammed into her mind for no reason at all. 

Still, she was grateful for the chance to talk to a wolf beyond Mou (she loved him dearly, but he wasn't much of a chatterbox). And about this subject matter!

Yeah, I've thought about that, myself, she agreed, glancing toward the garden. You'd have to keep a close eye on it, stay nearby and intervene if someone that shouldn't be eating the plants decides to take a bite. And then. . . Maegi chuckled, shaking her head. They might even think you're crazy for doing it. I know they thought my father was crazy.

Well, wasn't he? Do you live alone or in a pack, nearby? You must, to have a garden here, she assumed, and the fear, the prickling at her nape, returned. She waited for Fenn to confirm what she already knew, and prepared to mourn a friendship that never could be.