Redhawk Caldera i am a shadow in your subconscious

Her muzzle lifted in sharp inquiry, in interest, staring at the girl. Phox is your father? she asked, brows raising. She allowed a sheepish half-smile to light her muzzle, shaking her head. Forgive me. . .I'm not acquainted with the Redhawk family.

She wondered if Fennec knew. Maegi looked her over, briefly, thinking. She belonged with the Blackfeathers, the Meloniis. A knack for poison and herbs. . .Fennec was everything Potema—and perhaps Meldresi—would have sought out.

She felt more kinship with the tawny girl than she did anyone else here, save the ones she'd come with.

Waiting for a response, Maegi bent her head, tearing away at the moss. She balled the latest gathering into a neat ball, ears canted toward Fennec. The lake offered some peace, and she leaned into it as much as she could.