Black Morass Do you ever feel like falling for someone you never thought of falling for?

Absalom's description of Indra was about as vague as his explanation about the chain, but Ramsay wasn't bothered by his inexplicit manner. As the lone wolf circled around him, he watched warily, and Absalom's steps brought his attention back to the violated back of the dead hawk on the ground. A twinge in his gut was all that accompanied the glance before his eyes lifted back to the vagabond.

That description would have sufficed, but he had met Indra before her tail was cleaved, and so it rang no bells. But because Ramsay wasn't so well-versed in deceit and its purposes, he was honest in telling Absalom, "I know a red wolf. Had a tail though. Girl. Scared of the dead things, and didn't want to die." He licked his chops thoughtfully; whatever had become of that wolf? Maybe she was just another skull on Blackfeather's borders now. The thought made him feel instantly downcast.

"Blackfeather is family," he said, "but Vaati leads, and Vaati is being stupid, so Blackfeather suffers now. The red wolf wasn't one of us." They'd more or less died with the war that chased them from their homes, though he hoped the pack was still holding on, if only for Maegi's sake. He hadn't cast his sister aside as readily as Euron had done so, and though Ramsay was deeply disappointed in her, he still loved her, and he still wanted her to thrive somewhere, even if it wasn't with them where she ought to be.