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

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There wasn't anything else they could do; Relmyna put a stop to any counter-plans that the pale wolves were making, and it seemed as if everything was outside of their control now. Mou couldn't deal with it right now. He had too much new information to work through, and while he wasn't certain it was all truth, he had to investigate it. Would he ever remember such a life? Could he ever become that person again? He didn't want to; but if he did those horrible things, perhaps he deserved to be put down — there was at least one pack that thought as much, which was a harrowing thought.

As Maegi accepted things and took her leave, Mou watched her shadow drift in the dark, tracing the shape of her retreating shape as she exited the caves. The boy took one last glance at the wolves gathered and, with a frown still plastered on his features, dragged himself after her. He wouldn't pursue Maegi right now — and if someone moved to stop him, he'd likely collapse on the spot. Otherwise he made to leave, to get as far from the Redhawk as he could, to follow the decree of the Listener.