Blackfeather Woods there is something rotten in the state of Denmark

Ah. That answered it. Ramsay respected Cassiopeia well enough and he knew that Maegi loved her like a mother, but he would be lying if he said her revelation didn't sit funny with him. Blackfeather Woods had only one mother so far, with him not realizing his tryst with Parvati could possibly bear fruit, and could certainly spare the resources. But there was a part of him that needed more information than that.

The father? he wondered, and if he had notions of his own on who it might be, he didn't show it. There were easily hundreds of wolves in these parts and any one of them could have stuck Cass with the pointy end and impregnated her, so he had no guesses. It wasn't his business either, and he wouldn't pry if she refused to say, so he added, what assurance do we have that he would not come seeking to take his children away? We do not want trouble.

More importantly, what assurance do we have that you will not change your mind once they are old enough? He hated to be harsh about it, but he recognized now the feeling that niggled at him. Blackfeather hadn't been good enough for Cassiopeia until she needed protection, and it made Ramsay feel a little bit used. He needed to be sure it wasn't just selfish convenience that brought her here.