Blackfeather Woods But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

Ah, another of Maegi's many acquaintances. Ramsay blinked slowly and regarded Tundra a little more narrowly. It was possible she was just another Flicker, and he wasn't as keen on giving the benefit of the doubt as she had been prior to the two-toned woman's supposed change of allegiance during their conversation. Shifting on his paws a little, the dwarf responded in exactly the same fashion he had Cassiopeia.

Who asks after my sister? he wondered, pinning Tundra with a pair of critically appraising eyes. There was suspicion in his tone, but not an undue amount; after all, one had to take care, and from the pale wolf's words, she already knew of Blackfeather Woods. A former member, perhaps? Or someone who had been affected by the former pack's unnecessary brutality? Nothing personal, but I'm sure you understand precaution, he added.