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

He watches as Ramsay leads them through the trees, keeping to the rear. It struck him as they went along that both of these siblings had unique quirks. Their bodies weren't as lean as his, as proportioned. He had never really taken stock of the differences before. It didn't matter much, Maegi was beautiful and her brother had more skill than Mou could hope for. All three of them were survivors.

Soon Rams came to a halt. His quiet utterance earned a twist from Mou's ears; but he didn't reply with words, he watched the target and waited for a game plan. They all knew these woods but of the three, perhaps Mou was the fastest. They would need to instruct him in this task regardless of his involvement because he had no experience with larger prey.