Blackfeather Woods i like irons, but i love fire

It took Ramsay time to re-familiarize himself with the layout of the woods, from the sprawling marsh to the deep woods where the spore-spitting willow slept for winter. Even with winter having stripped the trees of their leaves, even with the sun beaming high in the midday sky, Blackfeather Woods was perpetually gloomy. It was the dimmest locale Ramsay had ever been in, and he'd travelled a lot since last setting foot within his homeland.

Ramsay hadn't delved into the intricate cave system, nor had he returned to the glen where he and his littermates had been left to more or less fend for themselves, until now. The slope was just as steep as he remembered it, but he picked his way down it easily enough, if not painlessly. His broken ribs would continue to be an issue for a while, he could tell. With gritted teeth, he slid the last couple feet down into the shadowy little vale, where he was surprised to find his sister.

Ramsay didn't reminisce as much as Maegi did. He also didn't know anything of the other pups who came after Maegi, Euron and him. It would be foolish to think that in the intervening time no one had given birth here, but somehow, the glen still felt like his playground. What are you doing here? he wondered as he stepped toward the little creek that wound through the glen and down into the caves below.