Otter Creek set the controls for the heart of the sun

Rustling nearby caught her attention--Maegi had spent too much time within a forest to not notice even the most subtle of sounds--and her eyes snapped sideways in time to catch a black-furred woman emerge from the trees, heading toward her. Not Blackfeather, clearly. . .but she looked as if she could be, what with those dark eyes and muscular body.

She bristled at the she-wolf's query, shooting her an insolent glare. "Aren't you a little old to ask stupid questions like that?" Maegi inquired sourly, lashing her tail in irritation. All she wanted to do was be on her way, and now she was being bothered.

The mountains loomed large in the distance; if she could reach them by nightfall, she'd be well on her way to finding Ramsay and Euron. She remembered, vaguely, the scent of many wolves living within the crags, and figured that maybe, just maybe, Cicero had taken her brothers to one of these havens. Or if not, at least perhaps they'd know which way they'd gone.