Blackfeather Woods awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock

takes place fairly soon after this thread, staying vague just in case more things happen

To say she was disturbed by what had taken place between Mou, Abraxas, and the crows was an understatement. There were so many layers to that incident that she was still trying to sift through. Abraxas, moving against a leader of the pack. Mou, slaughtering birds for seemingly no reason. And what she was to do about it all.

Luckily, this task didn't fall on her shoulders alone, and so she sought out @Ramsay with a low, insistent howl, padding near the northern border in hopes to find her brother there. She knew that Ramsay would be harsher on her love than she would be alone, and the thought frightened her slightly, but she also knew that justice must be carried out. Without it, Abraxas would not be satisfied—and the dark man, however creepy, was someone they wanted on their side.

Maegi idly marked a tree gone a little stale, squatting, her brows knitted together and clearly troubled. She did the same to a few others while waiting for her littermate, idly switching her gaze from the brightness of the field outside the woods, to the darkness within, and back again.