Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

Of Mou's current predicament, Ramsay was unaware; he watched his sister and then the cyclopean ghost as they arrived, and noted with some interest Titmouse's seeming hesitation at her flank. He'd long assumed that Titmouse was Maegi's mate, or equivalent thereof, and found this distance a little unusual. He didn't know them as a pair, however, and couldn't draw any conclusions based on this. He would have thought them closer, but maybe that was just the sort of relationship they had. And what experience did he have with such things anyway?

Putting it from his mind, the stunted wolf turned and motioned for them to follow. The distance was short and he hoped that his surreptitious mien as he approached the place was enough to clue his packmates in that this required some subtlety. The doe was as hyper aware as she could be in such a stifling, gloomy forest. One slip up could cost them a kill.

He motioned to the clearing where the doe and fawn were grazing, then glanced quietly between his companions. Beneath his breath, hardly more than a whisper, he asked, hungry?