Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

Her voice undid him. He meant only to offer her a place in the woods should she want it, but the low dip of her words made his blood thrum and he knew it was no longer a choice. She was staying. He would force her to if he had to, though Ramsay suspected that, at least for right now, she wasn't interesting in going anywhere else. It was nothing more than animal lust, but that was enough for him.

I am Ramsay Melonii, he returned, a little husky from their recent endeavours. I help rule this forest. You will be staying, of course. The world is a scary place, his breathy tone implied, and here there is peace and pleasure both.