Blackfeather Woods and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower

Here it was. She walked slowly down through the tunnels, face set like someone going to the gallows. Her breathing came hard and uneven, shuddering with every step; she feared everything that this summons entailed. What it meant for Mou, the girl, their family. . . Even if they managed to avoid danger, they would be punished, Mou most of all.

Oh, gods, her dear Mou! To have him exiled from the woods would tear her apart.

Maegi dipped her head to Relmyna upon arrival, flashed Wintersbane a kind look, then turned to Mou, horror in her eyes. The fiery girl and the Listener had clearly been conversing; what had she said? What had she implied? Her presence here alone was bad enough, but if she had opened her mouth. . .

Who was she? Who was coming for her?