Blackfeather Woods Claustrophobia.

She had not found Mou within the tunnel. Her greatest fear--that he had returned to the forest to take on the Redhawks--grew and grew until she reached Blackfeather again, and then it was a foregone conclusion. Heart hammering in her chest, Maegi followed his scent like a crazed foxhound, bristling, nose to the ground.

Only to be led underground again, heading toward Wolfskull Cave. Oh, gods. . . What horrors would she find here? Had the Redhawks won? Were they keeping their prisoners here? Or was she about to find corpses, instead? The smell of flesh close by sent her imagination whirling, a terrifying spin.

Mou was hunched over, looking tormented. Freshly wounded. With a yelp, Maegi rushed to him, stopping herself from careening into his side just in time (she would have bowled him over if she had). Her face patently alarmed, she shoved her muzzle gently into his neck instead, breathing hard from the rigorous travel she had pushed herself through.

Mou, she breathed, taking in his scent. And then she began to cry, hot, angry tears cascading down her cheeks. What the fuck, Mou? she whispered. Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?