Blackfeather Woods there is something rotten in the state of Denmark

Ramsay scrutinized Cassiopeia carefully as she responded. She didn't reveal the father's identity, but asserted that he would not bother them. That was perhaps all he needed to know; the rest was a formality, for although Ramsay felt used, he'd meant it when he said she always had a place in Blackfeather Woods. The way she'd turned up here was not promising, but he was a man of his word when he gave it, and he chose to take her at hers.

Come, then, said Ramsay, turning quickly and heading back into the forest. We can set you up in the glen or I can help you find a place to den that suits you, whichever you prefer. More blood for Blackfeather Woods was never a bad thing, and only time would tell if her assurances rang true or hollow.