Blackfeather Woods The ghost of me was true but you've been haunted too

Ramsay wouldn't have expected anyone else to be out this way save maybe his sister, who'd always been drawn to the more ethereal aspects of their religion. Otherwise he assumed most wolves, like him, preferred the solid ground offered in the hardy forest to the west. So his eyes landed on Titmouse with some surprise when he crossed paths with the scarred wolf, and he drew himself up short, prepared to field the usual questions about his figure or what he knew about the woods.

Titmouse might recognize Ramsay as the twisted little cub who'd tried to interact with him during his imprisonment in the glen. Ramsay, on the other hand, didn't recognize Titmouse at all. He'd looked very different back then, whereas Ramsay looked more or less the same, just bigger. You're Maegi's friend, Ramsay remarked, peering cautiously at Titmouse with fathomless indigo eyes. How'd you meet?