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

When he regained his feet he took several halfhearted bounds toward the fleeing pair, but recognized almost immediately that it wasn't worth the chase. They were more fleet of foot than the wolves could hope to be. Ambush was their only advantage, and he'd dropped the ball spectacularly on that. He felt responsible, and his ears drooped when Maegi came back, followed by Titmouse. He parted his lips to apologize, but instead asked with heavy concern, Maegs, are you okay?

There was blood on her face. He pressed forward to discern the extent of her injury, his heart hammering because he felt like his lack of knowledge caused this. There were way more variables than that, but he shouldn't have tried to make it up as he went. Titmouse seemed put out too, and Ramsay let his ears wilt. Sorry, guys, he said quietly, more informal than usual. Guess I don't know much about hunting in a group. The way it played out in his mind didn't account for the fact that these were deer, not wolves. They thought like prey, not predators. That, and he didn't know the first thing about organization in a hunt either.

That was awesome though Mou, he commended, lifting his gaze to the one who had performed their role almost perfectly. You too, Maegs, that was all me. Went too early. Felt crappy to admit it but they both had seen it, anyway.