Blackfeather Woods true north

Returning to the woods wasn't difficult, although from time to time Mou felt the familiar tingling in his lower back that indicated he was straining himself. He did not want to appear weak before this hearty wolf that trailed him, even if that was a bit of a redundant thought. It took a little longer than he wanted to find the pack's thoroughly marked border but once he did, he paused to wait for his companion.

Should I call? The man's voice carried, and Mou realized he couldn't exactly summon anyone. He gave a little nod of his chin and then took a few steps over the invisible line marking where the Blackfeathers took up residence.

No doubt Maegi would be waiting for him; perhaps he did not need to call in that case — but it was best to be certain. Mou lingered beneath a sprawling old oak tree, the shadows blanketing everything with a dim grey that the boy found, ultimately, to be a great comfort.