Blackfeather Woods i like irons, but i love fire

They were all once stupid little children. At times he wondered if going with Cicero had been a wise decision. Certainly he'd clung to the only family who ever showed him an ounce of compassion besides his littermates, and had trusted the threadbare Melonii to shelter them. When Cicero perished, cracks formed in Ramsay's belief that they made the best decision... and now, about a year later give or take, he still wasn't sure that was the right call. He shook his head as if to say, we all make mistakes, we move on from them. Staying in the woods apparently was the better choice, as evidently Maegi had been fine until she went out looking for them.

His lips writhed silently as she recounted events. He couldn't help wondering yet again if it was the man he was thinking of, but he would let her finish before he began an interrogation of any kind. Turned out there wasn't much more to the story. Moonshadow, a name he didn't really recall despite its familiarity, had saved her and presumably she'd been here ever since.

Was it the black one, the one who fought Vaati? he asked, with a steely glint in his eyes to suggest he was expecting her to say it was. The mountains were where Iliksis found he and Euron, after all... it wasn't far-fetched that he might have located Maegi as a prisoner there and maimed her. The thought made Ramsay feel ill.