Blackfeather Woods a haunt of roulette dares

His eyes followed Titmouse's gestures to damp spots in the soil, and then to signs of scraping, and he nodded his approval when the Decima's tail began to sway. Good. Soon there would be no trace left of Damien and his followers in the woods and they would secure their claim as wholly theirs. Half of him had a mind to chase down his uncle and bring him to his knees for the affront, but Ramsay was more patient than that, and knew it would only lead to repercussions for the group. Best to leave it be.

How do you suppose they slipped past us? he asked blamelessly, for if anyone should have noticed their incursion, it should have been Ramsay himself. Their territory was quite large and he didn't fault anyone for not noticing. The party had been small, perhaps, but that seemed like a misstep. Then again, the males of their family had always been quite arrogant. Perhaps they'd merely been underestimated... and Ramsay meant to ensure that never happened again. Have you noticed scents elsewhere that you'd like me to work on? he asked then, trusting his companion to better know what was needed when it came to the territory's interior.