Blackfeather Woods from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block

There was more than a little compassion in Maegi's eyes as she stared at Lilah, and she wondered—as with Parvati—what was in men's hearts to make them so cruel. Or, at least, most of them, Ramsay and Mou two notable exceptions. What was sex so special for, anyway? What she had done to get herself pregnant had been uncomfortable at best; it was no great shakes.

Your skills will be very useful here, she said, letting her visage stay warm. And I promise that Blackfeather Woods is not like the place you were raised. No saving anything for a husband. You're your own wolf, with your own life. She didn't even fully grasp the concept of that kind of culture. All she knew was that being a woman hadn't slowed her down one bit—so why shouldn't she protect others from misogyny?