Blackfeather Woods awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock

That is no consequence, Ramsay said sternly, frowning at his sister. Since when had she gone so soft? If it was any other wolf, he wouldn't doubt her ability to think of a suitable punishment, but she was utterly blinded by Titmouse. He saw it now for what it was: a gaping wound where any weapon could easily pierce. That would trouble him for some time to come.

He will be stripped of his rank, Ramsay decided, since Titmouse was conveniently put on PPC not long after this conversation took place. For a suitable length of time. And he will apologize to Abraxas. Mephala only knows why those birds are so important to him, but they are a fixture of the woods whether we understand it or not. To disrespect them is to disgrace us all. He will make amends for it. That should suffice. Titmouse would not be allowed to perish under Abraxas' fang, but he would not be allowed to go on with impunity. That wasn't what being a leader was about.

Will that suffice? Ramsay asked, feeling positive that she would take issue with it, but on at least the former point he was quite firmly set.