Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

She was not. A pity; Ramsay's question wasn't born of simple altruism, after all. But then she asked about the woods and his ears perked a little higher. Blackfeather Woods, he confirmed, turning sidelong so he could look upon it from the corner of his eye. A place rich in history. Yes, it is claimed. As far as Ramsay was concerned, it had never not been, even if the resident pack had fallen; now it was claimed by someone he considered worthy of carrying her ancestors' legacy and improving it.

Are you interested in it? he asked, returning his expressionless gaze back to Cassiopeia. Her green eyes were alluring, he realized; he did his best not to stare directly into them.