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

Ramsay was probably best suited to give marching orders; she had no idea how in hell to get something like this rolling. Uh, sure, she said in response, sounding a little uncertain but willing to give it a try, nonetheless. She had helped take down big game during the hunt with Relmyna, and on a couple other assorted occasions, but she was mostly useless.

She would try.

Trying to remain as quiet as the ghost she looked, Maegi slipped back toward the trees, eyes flickering between the deer and the pair of wolves. At least the fawn was smaller, less likely to do serious damage. Here's hoping the mother was like Potema, completely careless. She stifled a rueful snort at the thought.