Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

He hears voices among the trees - not familiar - and pulls himself from the undergrowth; through the stone grotto and the tunnels, until he is a whisp of white in the dark. Creeping through the forest quietly but with purpose.

He can smell Ramsay in the air; it is faint, overshadowed by the musk of a stranger, and draws him closer. Not one stranger but two. A pale beast like himself and - he wasn't sure what the other creature was. Deer like, hungry, ragged. Mou does not approach her but he drifts, settling by the pale wolf - smells Ramsay's scent again, lingering across this wolf like a weak perfume.

If Ramsay has met this wolf then he must be one of them - but what if the other? This corpse?