Blackfeather Woods tolling on the iron bell

We'll keep an eye on him. All right, Ramsay agreed. He didn't think the shadow-cloaked wolf would be easy to follow around and keep tabs on, but he was prepared to try until they better understood his motives. Of all the wolves now residing in the woods, Abraxas was the only one Ramsay felt unsure about. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to turn around and betray Maegi again, but it seemed most of them were genuine. For now.

I hope so, too. It was... really unbelievably weird. He stood and stretched, cracking his mutated spine, then turned around. I'm off to survey the borders again. I'll let you know if he does anything else... questionable. He would take the tunnels up toward the territory's edge, pay the borders a quick visit, then spend the rest of the day trying and failing to track down the elusive ghoul of the woods.

Because he was a little intrigued, as well; he'd always wanted to be the monster haunting the shadows, and Abraxas had that on point.