She's still a stranger to most of these people. Being assimilated into the pack had been apparently a task for the Goddess Freya, the Queen of this island. And Maja had not wanted to take up time. She's from another world, of course, and that needed answers that perhaps only the Goddess could answer. But there had not been time in the bustle of other tasks, and she's not one to question that.

Cedar is here, and she stands in his shadow, silent as she usually is. If there's reason for her to speak up, she will do so, but she doubts it. Men do not ask little girls questions of great importance, and she's not about to fight that standard. She only hopes no one looks at her for too long.